You guys! The seriously cool/inspiring duo Lauren Singer and Zero Waste Daniel have created a pop-up in Brooklyn called Package Free Shop. According to their website, they "offer everything you'd need to transition to a low waste lifestyle in ONE PLACE.". We're talking sustainable cosmetics, cleaning products, clothes, towels, utensils, etc. Everything is super stylish, great quality, and looks more hipster than hippie. I'm dying to go. But- this is a huge bummer- it looks like the shop is going to close July 31st and I'm not going to make it. Ugh. If you live in Brooklyn, please go to 137 Grand, buy a bunch of awesome zero waste stuff, and send me pics so I can live vicariously through you. Meanwhile, I will shop for their products online and hope their little pop-up becomes a permanent storefront. Better yet, I hope it becomes a national chain!
I painted this portrait for a terrific new play called STRUCK by Sandy Rustin. The cast is amazing and Gina Rattan's direction is top notch. If you live in Raleigh and haven't seen it, I hope you'll come out tomorrow (Friday June 30th). There's going to be a cocktail party/pop-up art show featuring my work in the lobby before the play. Check out this notice in Broadway World for more details. Hope to see you there!
Have you guys heard about Rothy's? They're made from recycled water bottles and, according to The New York Times, super comfy. Unlike most shoes, which are cut and sewn together, Rothy's are made in 3D knitting Machines. They're "virtually waste free" and 100 percent recyclable. Awesome, right?!
These shoes were water bottles in a past life.
And I'm totally psyched about these compostable Reeboks, which are part of a new line called Cotton + Corn. (I'll leave it to you to guess what they're made of.)
Man, those crunchy clouds freak me out. But I think the shoes are cute!
I drew this with my iPad Pro and Apple Pencil.
Here's the reference photo. His chin photographed strangely due the camera angle. I corrected for the distortion.
Art by Anne Jordan 2016
On my sixth birthday, I sobbed uncontrollably. My mother asked "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm six!" I said "It's the end of being a little child."
People laugh when they hear this story because they don't understand how very real- and justified- my grief was. I knew how special it was to be five. I knew I lived in a world of magic where teddy bears were real, and I knew those days were numbered. I'd been watching the grownups, and what I saw filled me with dread: boring conversations, cooking, laundry, and bills. I never saw them color or play pretend. When Christmas came, my parents gave each other things I didn't consider gifts at all- things like clothing and kitchen appliances! I figured when you reached a certain age something must die inside you. I wanted to freeze time, but time refused to be frozen. I was growing up whether I liked or not.
The more I thought about it, I realized the crux of the problem must be grownups forgot about magic. The magical world was still there, of course, but it was as if they'd lost the key. I knew there was nothing I could do to prevent myself from growing older, and there was no getting around it- one day I would have to do laundry. BUT if I could only remember the magic, maybe I would be ok. So with all the power I could muster, I sent a message into the future to my grown up self: REMEMBER THE MAGIC.
And here I am, message received. I'm so grateful to my past self for that very important reminder. It has definitely informed the kind of adult I've become.
But I see now I was only partly right about adults forgetting magic. We do, but it's not as simple as that. So many things happen to us along the way. We fail, we question ourselves, we lose our innocence, our hearts are broken, our loved ones die. These things take a toll on our spirits, and sometimes we don't feel like playing. Plus, the responsibilities are huge and overwhelming. When I'm doing my taxes, I often find myself muttering "I HATE being an adult!"
But do I really? Would my life be better if I could have only frozen time?
What would I say to my past self, that little girl who was so scared to leave childhood?
I'd say: You can keep your spirit alive when you're grown up BUT you have to fight for it. If you fight hard enough, adulthood can be fun, empowering, and yes, even magical.
Mother's Day will be here before we know it (May 8th, to be exact)! When you stop and think about what your mom has actually done for you, it can be kind of overwhelming, right? No matter what we do, we can never pay her back! But we can express our gratitude and love in the form of a gift. So without further ado, here are some ideas.
How about something colorful and pretty?