🍒👑 ALEXA 👑🍒 This is probably my favorite outfit of the whole show because of the symbolism behind it that makes the whole scene so disturbing. Maddy is such an complex character and also an awesome badass 💖
Well, that’s a wrap for now, States! Tomorrow I head to the airport for my flight to France! My first artist residency takes place at @studiofaire in the medieval market town of Nérac in southwestern France. From their website: “Our residencies can offer time to focus on research and development to inspire a new body of work or develop an existing project. They can nurture the growth of seedling ideas by giving the space to unselfconsciously experiment and play without expectation or obligation.
Residencies in the South of France
In addition to using this time to explore new ideas and develop work, residents are encouraged to take every opportunity to develop relationships with the other creative people at Studio Faire and with the local community, in order to exchange ideas and experiences, and obtain constructive feedback.” I’m super excited to see what this residency has in store for me, as well as honored to have been accepted. I can’t wait to share this residency with you guys via Instagram! I’ll be posting my work, of course, but also coffee shops I work at in both Nérac and Paris, and little tidbits from French residency life. If you’d like to support me on this journey, my online shop will be open the whole time! However, please keep in mind that originals, stickers, and totes will ship out October 1st. You can also buy me a coffee or donate to my GoFundMe using the link in my bio. Thanks for all your amazing support leading up to this guys! ❤️🙌🏻
A raw ode to my fellow sweaty betty’s. 🏃🏼♀️🏃🏽♀️🏃🏾♀️🏃🏻♀️🏃🏿♀️
Ever seen those shirts, “I don’t sweat, I glisten”? I hate those shirts. I don’t glisten, I sweat. I sweat like a Mother. 🏃🏼♀️🏃🏽♀️🏃🏾♀️🏃🏻♀️🏃🏿♀️
I sweat like a mother who has birthed 2 children. I sweat like a mother who has breastfed, all sweaty and wild haired and unshowered, through roller coaster hormones and latching problems and 3 a.m. blow-outs. I sweat. I sweat like a woman who has seen some things and been through some too. 🏃🏼♀️🏃🏽♀️🏃🏾♀️🏃🏻♀️🏃🏿♀️
Sometimes, my sweat is sweet and sometimes sour. Just like me. I can kick up a stench. A stench that smells like courage, bravery, audacity, fear, tenaciousness, strength, victory, loss, grace and beauty.
I sweat because I need to, because it releases the yuck that tries to encompass me. I sweat and sweat and sweat. I run and run and run and sweat some more. 🏃🏼♀️🏃🏽♀️🏃🏾♀️🏃🏻♀️🏃🏿♀️
I sweat for myself. I sweat out my inner demons. Exorcising through exercising. I sweat because it reminds me to be present, to daydream, to breathe, that I am human, imperfect and yes, stinky. I sweat and think about the hard work of the women who have come before me who have been told, “Don’t let them see you sweat. Smile. Look pretty. Smell good.”
I sweat even when my kids wince and my husband protests and my own mother calls me “smelly girl”. I sweat because I believe the contrary, let them see you sweat. I sweat because I want other girls to see a woman who works hard and isn’t afraid of a little blood, sweat & tears. I sweat because I want my boys to see a demonstration of a woman’s passion, discipline, effort, persistence and willingness to go all in for what she believes in. 🏃🏼♀️🏃🏽♀️🏃🏾♀️🏃🏻♀️🏃🏿♀️
I sweat when I run. I sweat when I do yoga. I sweat because I simply overdressed and quickly realize I forgot to wear deodorant, and then I say, “Oh well, I don’t glisten, I sweat and this is what a woman smells like.”