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I'll admit, the topic of the article by Rebecca Solnit "The Loneliness of Donald Trump" caught my eye for obvious reasons, however I was greatly moved by her words. There was a section in particular that really spoke to me.
Over the years I've had people around me who believe that they are not equal and that goes on both sides of the spectrum. Superiority and worthiness... two words that evoke different feelings. I'm not saying that can't sway, but boy when I do, I know it and feel it. And I nip it in the bud.
I always tell my kids that they are no better than anyone else, and no one else is better than them. We treat each other with respect. Never talk down to someone, and don't let anyone talk down to you. Always feel that you are able to be you and express your views and opinions. We each have our own. And we are allowed to.
I feel that Rebecca speaks volumes here:
I have often run across men (and rarely, but not never, women) who have become so powerful in their lives that there is no one to tell them when they are cruel, wrong, foolish, absurd, repugnant. In the end there is no one else in their world, because when you are not willing to hear how others feel, what others need, when you do not care, you are not willing to acknowledge others’ existence.....
...Some of us are surrounded by destructive people who tell us we’re worthless when we’re endlessly valuable, that we’re stupid when we’re smart, that we’re failing even when we succeed. But the opposite of people who drag you down isn’t people who build you up and butter you up. It’s equals who are generous but keep you accountable, true mirrors who reflect back who you are and what you are doing.
It’s equals who are generous but keep you accountable, true mirrors who reflect back who you are and what you are doing. rinse and repeat. It’s equals who are generous but keep you accountable, true mirrors who reflect back who you are and what you are doing.
Pinterest makes me feel so many emotions....
One of the best projects that I have worked on was working with the wonderful women of Fluf.
Natalie Butterfield and Terra Kushner have developed a brand that focuses on amazing products that are all about function, durability, sustainability and fun. That brand is Fluf.
Their lunch bags are the best. And I am honoured to have collaborated with Natalie and Terra to develop a few designs. Actually... it wasn't as much work, as it was fun.
When a font gets put on a pedestal in all its glory......
I love the specimen books produced by F37 Foundry. Each of the fonts in their library have received a standing ovation on paper through the superb execution of a series of specimen books.
The books are limited editions, each having a print run of 250 and every single edition is hand numbered. Not only are the books well designed, but they are so well thought out in their execution. The use of materials, colour, the use of space on the page, the binding... all combine to create a really amazing piece.
all images from Face37 site. Go ahead, go take a peek. You'll like it there.
Sticky notes. What would my world be without them? Very chaotic and extremely boring that's for sure. I love the boundaries that are being pushed so that the amazing sticky note becomes something both functional and creative...
As things around me turn upside down, I worry for my kids and their future.
I worry for their inspirations and aspirations. I feel I need to figure out how I can stand up for them, and their friends, and kids I haven't met. To do what I can so that their little smiles grow up to be big smiles. That their dreams turn into realities. That they are treated with respect, and show that same respect to others.
I Have a Dream
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
Martin Luther King Jr
Delivered August 28 1963 at the Lincoln Memorial, Washington D.C. From www.americanrhetoric.com
There are some pretty cool products out there that make the pencil a visually and kinetically amazing utensil. Allow these cool products inspire you.
Faber Castell is one of the worlds largest and oldest manufacturer of high-quality products for writing, drawing and creative design. It is to no surprise that their artistry and creativity shines through in their advertising. I love the thought process and execution.... Nothing else is needed other than the artwork and tagline. I get it. Brilliant.
It has been a while.
My head has been in a few places... but all fun places!
Pre holiday is a very busy time for me, and it is actually my favourite time of year for projects. I had the honour of illustrating some pretty cool pups in holiday gear, customizing a few Jonesy designs so they were tailored specifically for the clients and working with amazing families to put their photos on paper to send to friends and family.
It does make me sad that the number of holiday cards that get sent is dwindling, but I love how those who write them REALLY love them. Kudos to those awesome people out there, especially those who choose to send a Jonesy card or a create a custom design with me. (those are my favourite)
More fun projects are on the way: Licensing for Holiday 2017, corporate event collateral, wedding stationery, a couple of really fun branding projects and consulting.
I love it when my head is in a few places. I actually thrive on it.