Sunday, April 3, 2011
Artreasury Journals
When I was growing up me and all my girlfriends used to keep journals. I was always on the look for some special kind of notebook which would become my next journal.
Journaling was not so much as a diary, as some people would think, but more as a scrapbook, where I would write a quote from a book that I wanted to remember, I would write short essays, mostly about my friends ;) at the time, I would keep a "special" letter, a dry flower....you got the picture....
Man, when I am writing this i feel a century old....I don't know how we lived without computers....but that's another chapter altogether...
Yet, I would probably whispering when I would say ( because I do not want to insult anyone) that we were a bit more of a romantics in everything we did. I mean,..I received love letters, and I wrote some....I think that was quite nice...
That's why I am very happy today to see a reappearance of romanticism brought to us via internet by Etsy. Etsy has given a platform to craftspeople, which society tends to marginalize for not being financially savvy enough ( or being labeled as such!), where they can come to life, their work can be showcased, and where anyone in the world can access their work directly, without any crony's intermediation . I feel as Etsy has empowered all those artists and it almost created a "reservation" where they can not only keep their specie alive, but it's truly nourishing them, by offering them a top platform for a very small, and affordable fee.
Let me introduce you a fellow Romanian which I stumbled upon....Artreasury...who is making journals with a beautiful, Romanian-archaich appearance. Growing up in Romania, when every young girl, and not so young, too, would generally keep a journal, I can see where the artist in coming from. I confess: I still have a notebook today, but it's called Agenda, and i wrote down some things I want to remember, usually some fashion brands I have to research more about...Here are the journals:
Journaling was not so much as a diary, as some people would think, but more as a scrapbook, where I would write a quote from a book that I wanted to remember, I would write short essays, mostly about my friends ;) at the time, I would keep a "special" letter, a dry flower....you got the picture....
Man, when I am writing this i feel a century old....I don't know how we lived without computers....but that's another chapter altogether...
Yet, I would probably whispering when I would say ( because I do not want to insult anyone) that we were a bit more of a romantics in everything we did. I mean,..I received love letters, and I wrote some....I think that was quite nice...
That's why I am very happy today to see a reappearance of romanticism brought to us via internet by Etsy. Etsy has given a platform to craftspeople, which society tends to marginalize for not being financially savvy enough ( or being labeled as such!), where they can come to life, their work can be showcased, and where anyone in the world can access their work directly, without any crony's intermediation . I feel as Etsy has empowered all those artists and it almost created a "reservation" where they can not only keep their specie alive, but it's truly nourishing them, by offering them a top platform for a very small, and affordable fee.
Let me introduce you a fellow Romanian which I stumbled upon....Artreasury...who is making journals with a beautiful, Romanian-archaich appearance. Growing up in Romania, when every young girl, and not so young, too, would generally keep a journal, I can see where the artist in coming from. I confess: I still have a notebook today, but it's called Agenda, and i wrote down some things I want to remember, usually some fashion brands I have to research more about...Here are the journals:
Artreasury @ Etsy click here
MET Theraphy
Everybody who lives in NY has an outlet. Ain't kidding you!! Just ask anyone...If they are honest they would name all "outlets" (some may call it "vices", too) in the world: from smoking, shopping, sexing, drinking....which I call the "generic" ones....to most "branded", "specialized" ones, like: Hermes ties, Cuban cigars, late night sex with total strangers, etc, etc, etc...you name it...The City got it!
I have mine, too. It help me to de-stress and stay on track. Some are very old "acquittances" of mine, some I've acquired more recently, while some seem to be permanent, some are just fads.
Reading, is probably my biggest outlet of all, but it's got a sibling. We go waay back in time, like since I was 8-9 years old: Opera. I fell in love with the opera back then. After school, from noon to 2 pm, Mo-Fri I would listen to all famous performances of the time, on the 3-4 available channels for radio.
Communist regime was censoring a lot of books, and lots of music of the times, but somehow Opera fell through the cracks because (that's my own explanation) the consumers of opera are hardly people who would start a street revolution, by definition.
So, out of the blue, just as kids today pick their favorite cartoon (or reality show, I should say) I picked Opera. I listen a lot of it, in all languages, understanding nothing but the music...and I think that's what help me educate my "ears" in a sense, although i had never seen a live opera until much later.
This is one of my major outlets. Therefore I check into my own rehabilitation center: MET (Metropolitan Opera of New York) once a month, or every other month, hoping that after I'll finish school, I would probably afford more, and I would like to "check in" every 2 weeks. Some performances I have seen twice, a year apart, but it doesn't matter to me.
Two months ago I had blindly bought a ticket on line ( it was actually the very last ticket!!) to an opera I had never seen before :Le Compte Ory.
Tonight
It was the best performance I had ever seen, I loved the music, the modern, new production with the open staging, which is the new trend at the MET, and as a bonus, by complete luck, I got to listen live to Juan Diego Florez, in the title role of Le Compte, while I've been listening to his CDs for years - those also found just by blindly picking them up in a Barnes & Noble store.
To end my short essay on a the same confessional note: I just realize tonight, walking back home, that i had never been to a night club, neither a dancing club in New York, nor in America (well, I've been to one in Canada, if that counts for anything), and I believe I would be quite shy and uncomfortable, and I probably wouldn't know what to do with myself there. But, when I go to the MET I am totally comfortable: I have been there many times since I reside here, with all sorts of company: girls, old ladies, guys, but mostly by myself. I went dressed up and dressed down. I've been late and I have been early, but I am always so comfortable when i am there, just like some people would be at their regular joint. That's more like a joint for me, too.
I have mine, too. It help me to de-stress and stay on track. Some are very old "acquittances" of mine, some I've acquired more recently, while some seem to be permanent, some are just fads.
Reading, is probably my biggest outlet of all, but it's got a sibling. We go waay back in time, like since I was 8-9 years old: Opera. I fell in love with the opera back then. After school, from noon to 2 pm, Mo-Fri I would listen to all famous performances of the time, on the 3-4 available channels for radio.
Communist regime was censoring a lot of books, and lots of music of the times, but somehow Opera fell through the cracks because (that's my own explanation) the consumers of opera are hardly people who would start a street revolution, by definition.
So, out of the blue, just as kids today pick their favorite cartoon (or reality show, I should say) I picked Opera. I listen a lot of it, in all languages, understanding nothing but the music...and I think that's what help me educate my "ears" in a sense, although i had never seen a live opera until much later.
This is one of my major outlets. Therefore I check into my own rehabilitation center: MET (Metropolitan Opera of New York) once a month, or every other month, hoping that after I'll finish school, I would probably afford more, and I would like to "check in" every 2 weeks. Some performances I have seen twice, a year apart, but it doesn't matter to me.
Two months ago I had blindly bought a ticket on line ( it was actually the very last ticket!!) to an opera I had never seen before :Le Compte Ory.
Tonight
It was the best performance I had ever seen, I loved the music, the modern, new production with the open staging, which is the new trend at the MET, and as a bonus, by complete luck, I got to listen live to Juan Diego Florez, in the title role of Le Compte, while I've been listening to his CDs for years - those also found just by blindly picking them up in a Barnes & Noble store.
To end my short essay on a the same confessional note: I just realize tonight, walking back home, that i had never been to a night club, neither a dancing club in New York, nor in America (well, I've been to one in Canada, if that counts for anything), and I believe I would be quite shy and uncomfortable, and I probably wouldn't know what to do with myself there. But, when I go to the MET I am totally comfortable: I have been there many times since I reside here, with all sorts of company: girls, old ladies, guys, but mostly by myself. I went dressed up and dressed down. I've been late and I have been early, but I am always so comfortable when i am there, just like some people would be at their regular joint. That's more like a joint for me, too.
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