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How are you Hard-Wired?

Each of us is hard-wired a certain way. And that hard-wiring insinuates itself into our work. That’s not a bad thing. Actually, it’s what the world expects from you. We want our artists to take the mundane materials of our lives, run it through their imaginations, and surprise us. If you are by nature a loner, a crusader, an outsider, a jester, a romantic, a melancholic, or any one of a dozen personalities, that quality will shine through in your work.
— Twyla Tharp in The Creative Habit

I ran across this quote while reading over the weekend and said a huge “YES!” It’s always amazing to me when I read the work of these famous, creative people and it basically restates what I’ve come to believe through my own experiences. This quote from Twyla Tharp in her book The Creative Habit: Learn It and Use It for Life so completely expresses the idea behind my Find Your Eye classes: We all have a unique vision to share with the world, and it comes through in our work. We just have to look for it.
In my photography, I find that I typically like the scenes that show both details and context. Not the grand sweeping vistas so much or super close-up details, although you will see those on occasion. This one, a new one in my market/wheels series, is from Milan. A little scene of a market in the Brera district, the same market as my Orange Power shot but a different perspective capturing different details. Kind of typical of my work, don’t you think? Not just in this series, but in the selection of composition, subject, camera settings. How are you hard-wired in your art? Do you know? If you’re a photographer, I can help you find out in the Find Your Eye series of classes, and I’m so excited about that! Registration is open now if you’re interested.
I’m barely into reading The Creative Habit and it’s fantastic so far. It’s been great to get my back into my own creative habits of journaling, reading and blogging in the mornings since the move. Together, these habits are my personal recipe to keeping me grounded, aware and creatively charged. I look forward to reading more of Twyla’s wisdom in the coming days. You can expect me to share the bits and pieces I find interesting here! 

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Final of the Favorites: Open Ended

Open Ended
Castello San Sebastiano da Po, Italy, 2009
As the title denotes, this is the last of my scheduled “Favorites” posts. I’m glad I scheduled these, not just for the review of my favorites but also to give me a bit of a break without disappearing altogether while I was in the midst of the big move. This will be the last of the scheduled updates on “Italy time.” Monday morning I’ll change my blog over to Pacific time and will start writing from scratch again. I’m already full of things to say!! See you soon.

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Arrived! + Favorites: Island of Stone

Island of Stone
Civita di Bagnoregno, Italy, 2010

We’ve made it! Whew. It was quite the sprint there at the end to get ourselves, luggage and cat here. I was getting quite nervous at the airport before we left when the airline check-in agent had to consult her “official rule book” to see if she could accept our cat’s health certificate from the vet in Italian instead of English. Luckily, the rules were only explicit about certificates for dogs being in English and so our cat was approved to fly with us. What a relief. 
We had a short connection in Amsterdam and our flight was late out of Italy, but we made that too. The only thing that didn’t make it on the plane with us was one suitcase and my husband’s bicycle, which came on a later flight and were delivered to the hotel later. One more thing down. 
We got into our house Friday to see the state of things. After being rented for two years, you wonder about how it will look. The house looks great overall and the new floors we had installed look nice. We picked the flooring on the internet, so we wondered about how that would turn out too!

Not only that, it was fun to see the piles of mail for the Liberate Your Art postcard swap – yay! There are already a lot of envelopes and more to come. Some of the envelopes are beautifully decorated, which is awesome! I didn’t expect that but it is a lovely touch. I will take some pictures to share with you in a future blog post.

A few other random notes in my head this morning (way too early, for the time zone I’m in, by the way):
  • Superhero Summer Camp is open! You can see all of the details and sign up here.
  • Exploring with a Camera: Thresholds is still going on, if you want to join in.
  • I’m going to be giving away a couple of Find Your Eye registrations, but you have to be a newsletter subscriber to be eligible! Sign up for the newsletter if you haven’t already.
  • Thanks so much for all of your votes on my portfolio in the  One Life 2011 photography contest! It’s fun to see the numbers go up. I really appreciate your support. I think you can continue voting once per day through July 29, if you are so inclined. (I can barely remember to go vote for myself, so I certainly don’t expect you to go vote for me that often.)
  • I have another Letter to Kat to post tomorrow. Are you enjoying these? I am so appreciative of the advice that has been shared by these wonderful women. If you have advice for me on repatriating after living abroad, I welcome it! You can email me personally with your note or to provide a blog post for the series.
  • There is a new site that just launched, Seek Your Course, that is there to help connect the creative community with classes available online and at retreats. I’m so excited about this site because it’s a great idea to connect people who love to take these amazing creative courses with people who love to teach them. In fact, I like it so much you’ll see me there as a sponsor on the sidebar! 
I just wanted to stop in and say hi and that we are here! This will be another crazy week for us as we get moved into our house and start restocking and unpacking, so I’ll pop in here and write when I can. 
Happy 4th of July tomorrow to all of my American friends!

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Letter from Amy + Favorites: Primarily Color

Primarily Color
Burano, Italy, 2010
In addition to posting some favorite images as I move from Italy to the US, I’m also posting some letters from friends. These friends are former ex-pats, who have lived abroad and moved home. I’ve asked them to write a “letter” to me, telling me about their experience returning home to give me an idea of what I’m headed for. I thought you might also like to hear the experience of returning ex-pats. Who knows, it just might help you relate if you ever have family or friends returning from living abroad.

This first letter is from Amy Peyton, a friend in Oregon. I first met her a few years ago through a mutual friend, as she returned from her most recent experience living abroad. I look forward to seeing her again, very soon!

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Home:  The World (but fairly happy for the time being in Forest Grove, Oregon)
Expat-dom: 4 years in Japan, 1 year in Romania, 1 year in France, 6 months each in Korea/Australia, 4 months in South Africa
Country Count: 44 (Top 3: Croatia, Slovenia, Japan)
Hey KatJ.  I’m not a blogger, but I’m a fairly talented rambler, so here goes.
Ugh, coming home.  Coming home from overseas bites.  It reminds me of the “Sludge Test” in high school when the H.S. chemistry teacher would give you this black, oily, hairy blob and then (through a series of tests you’ve studied all term), you would come up with all 17 ingredients (motor oil, bubble bath, sand, etc.) .  “Reverse culture shock” has all these hidden emotions that eventually burble up to the surface….
When I’ve come home from long sojourns overseas, I feel ___.  No, it’s not frustration.  It’s not hatred (although I have felt that a fair bit in the past).  It’s not exactly shame (but I have felt that, too).  It’s like someone made you swallow a bubble and that bubble is pumped up inside of you, right up under your skin.  And the littlest things just make you want to explode sometimes from the inside out: consumerism, materialism, indulgence, grandiosity (the SIZES of everything), superficiality, political ignorance, geographical stupidity (Australia versus Austria, among others), etc. etc.  When you mix all of this with homesickness, wistfulness, and desire to be “anywhere but here,” it’s pretty heady stuff.  At least it was for me.
One breakdown I had in particular was when I returned to the States from Japan.  My friend dropped me off at Safeway to grab some shampoo while he waited outside in the car.  After 20 or so minutes, I emerged, with nothing in hand, except tears and (probably) snot from a fairly colossal meltdown in the shampoo aisle.  SO many kinds, sizes, flavors, colors…do I have oily hair?Normal?Dry?Blended?Colored treated?Curly?Straight?Flyaway?Small bottle?Big bottle?With attached conditioning pack?Without attached conditioning pack?Hairmasque?Dandruffcontrol?  In my neighborhood store in Fukuoka, Japan, there were maybe 6-7 choices, none of which I could read anyway, so who cared?  In Romania, I bought whatever was *there*.   So, in this situation, the balloon was pumped up and all it took was a choice between PertorSuaveorHeadandShouldersorAussieorTresSemmeorPaulMitchellorInsfusiumorPantene orNexxusorVidalSassoonorWhiteRainorSt.IvesorVo5 to set it off.
It’s also a challenge to be one of the only people you know who travel.  People asked me all the time:  “So how was it?  Did you have fun?”  And my mouth would slightly hang open, and I would be thinking: “Ummm, yeah. I was in the middle of South Africa where nobody had apparently gotten the news that Mandela had been elected and the townships still had curfews and black taxis/white taxis.  *Yeah, I had fun*.”  It chokes you up when this magnanimous experience you’ve just had is whittled down to a couple of polite sentences to a disinterested few.  Your family and true friends will save you—the ones that really want to know how you drank tuica and played Uno with school principals and how the Japanese customs officials bowed and excused themselves out of the room when they discovered your trove of feminine products.  (Ha!!)  When you return home from overseas, those who really know and love you will envelope you like a blanketJ. 

And this especially includes Patrick and Brandon—what a gift to be able to give each other “reverse culture shock” therapy at a moment’s notice.  I did 99% of my traveling/living overseas by myself, so maybe these words are streaked with a bit more spit and fire than most people, who knows.
I did manage to find solace….  I talked with other expats, joined language conversation groups, and made new friends with people who had the same obsessions.  I planned my next overseas trip almost as soon as the plane skidded along the tarmac.  When I got homesick for Japan, I went to Uwajimaya and ate Udon, when I was homesick for Romania, I sang to my Romanian rock CDs and made ciorba while making care packages for those I left behind.  I kept busy with work.  I had purpose and a whole list of plans. 

So, there are my two cents.  Just get together with lots of friends and lean on your familyJ.
I’ll be thinking of you,
Amy