September 1st, 2014

back to the basics with oils
I am in LOVE ✨💕✨ #littlegoesalonnnggggway #blueaccident #teapotsforturpentine #notinthelines

August 30th, 2014

Yesterday evening, on a magical rooftop in the West Village, our dear friend JIji explored us as subjects for a portrait project she is working on for her Master’s Thesis in Art Therapy. 

Using facial pressure points and mood-oriented colours, Jiji uses the power of touch and portraiture to apply paints and shapes on a client’s face as a form of identity and self-reflection exercise (she does while asking the client to unfurl a personal narrative after asking some guiding questions). While the effect, at first glance, may appear as a sacreligious representation of indigenous face paintings, it is not behind the purpose and application or nature of the painting. This is pure science of the facial regions, the perception of touch, color and mood, and the psychology behind someone scrutinizing your personal face based on what you are telling them in therapy. The technique is particularly powerful for clients with physical injury/trauma and high anxiety. 

It was an incredibly powerful experience. Write below if you want to get in touch with her! xo

August 30th, 2014
July 27th, 2014

One of those windowsill windows-open summer nights in a sweaty apartment with paint-crumble-cracked walls reverberating shuffles of your abuelito’s best vintage septeto nacional casettes and floating guitar shuffles reminiscent of your first apartment, now covered in fireflies, fluttering about, the beacon atop a hill you can’t come back to enough as you quite like in the dark of night.

One of those windowsill windows-open summer nights, tucked away in a quiet corner of peace. A peace of knowing that tomorrow I’ll meet the faces I’ve dreamed of meeting all my live long life, I’ll read the words that will make me want to do things I’ve never dreamed of doing and am so scared of doing, and I’ll write the words I don’t know are in me yet. I’l eat the morsels that farmers have to offer, that hands have tiredly delivered, and I’ll look the cashier in the eye always and let them know they deserve to have the best day of their lives because no one else will give it to them as change is rudely thrown in a plastic cup adorned with smiley faces. Together, on the commute home, strangers and I will tiredly dream of endless wishing wells and together we’ll put all our pennies in it and tomorrow we will walk more lightly, less weighed down by the hopes we throw into the daily grind.

I cross my legs on the windowsill that creaks as I sit and lean into it. I gaze down into the pool of darkness that is the stairwell below. I smile. I couldn’t climb this high without so many of you, without the crunches of so many leaves across the earth I’ve walked, without the moonbeams and sunshades across the continent — I’ve so gazed across the horizon in search of you! I’ve longed to meet you. To learn from you all.

Here, in Brooklyn, I’m the luckiest girl alive to breathe the same air with you. To share in your experiences. To take something away and to put it back. I’m gazing up at the stars tonight, with a vastness I have longed after two terrible years of looking at nothing but the carrot in front of my face, trucking along to just survive. Tonight, we shine. Tonight, I see you all together and far away and vast.

I love you all, so very much. 



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Lauren Jobson-Ahmed is an artivist, educator, youth advocate, & researcher from New York.