the artist

"we will discover the nature of our particular genius when we stop trying to conform to our own or other peoples' models, learn to be ourselves, and allow our natural channel to open"
-Shakti Gawain-

I came across this quote in a book I've had for a while called The Artist's Way.  I've never had the chance to follow it all the way through but thats my next mission.  (also: I highly recommend it for any creative human, or any human for that matter)  I find myself constantly measuring my path in life up against this imaginary ruler that has all the details and steps of success and life marked on it.  Especially studying fashion design in school, there was this set of criteria it seemed that was drilled into us.  You knew if you strayed from the path, you were screwed.  There's even a set of criteria that society sets for us, whether we like it or not.  People are shocked when I tell them my boyfriend and I have been dating for 7 years and aren't married yet, and then that we're in no rush to get married.  
But what I've learned (and what I love) about today and our generation, annnnnd this great city of LA...is that it there is no model thats as good as the one you create yourself.  We're so lucky to grow up in a time where our generation is finally starting to catch on.  
So...I'll be in LA, chillin' on my sunny balcony and keeping an open mind as to how my 'particular genius' in life is going to come to fruition.  Cheers, to living that artist life.

P.S.  My boyfriend and I got really motivated one weekend and made the coffee table featured above.  It really was so simple, pretty much followed this articles advice to a T, and everything was groovy


air and sand and sea

Hopefully I don't really need to say much here, and these photos will speak for themselves.  I mean what more could you want, beautiful sea for miles, sand, trees, and the freshest air I have ever inhaled in my life.
  Growing up on a farm in the loveliest-middle-of-nowhere-Texas, I could always tell the difference between "city" air and "country" air.  But this?  I can't even begin to describe it.  It was as if the air filling this magical stretch of coastline had been untouched by anything else happening in the same atmosphere.  The smell of the ocean, the sand, the mountains, the trees, it was all there, and it was incredible.
We stayed in Santa Cruz, about an hour and a half north of Big Sur, the sweetest little surf town.  I'm gonna just go for it and say, the vibes there were THE best.  The people, the seafood, the surfers sitting on their boards in Monterrey bay.  Don't get me wrong, I love SoCal but this was something completely different and I fell in love.
Probably one of the highlights of the trip was seeing a mini valley of wild, lillies.  I spotted them as we were driving along the PCH and I immediately knew we had to pull over.
So many good memories made on this trip, I would probably drive the 5 hours to Big Sur just to take a breath of that air.  It's amazing what a few deep breaths of clean air does for the soul.


a day at el matador beach

Coming off of a pretty awesome week of good friends, good music, and a renewed energy like never before.  There were jams at parties, jams on the balcony, and jams on the beach.  I feel so lucky to have experienced such pure, good music and memories this weekend.

Its amazing how the universe, faith, or whatever you choose to call it can point you in the right direction and give you signs as visible as the daylight.  That's what we saw this weekend, signs that beautiful, new projects will be coming together for these guys, very soon.  It reminded me that the energy we send forth as human beings is so very visible to everyone around us, whether its extremely positive and happy or the opposite.  Our energy radiates from every angle of us, and its amazing what we attract when that energy is positive.


its only been a day

It's only been a day.

It's only been a day, since the world lost a spit fire, a woman who would teach me more than I'll ever realize.  
A woman who constantly wrote me letters in her beautiful cursive handwriting that I've admired since I was a little girl.  
A woman who could make me laugh harder than anyone on this great planet, who would tell me stories of the past, and try her best to instill some of that hard earned wisdom in me.
A woman as forgiving as spring, and as steadfast as the mountains.
A woman who saw the world through some of it's most revolutionary times, each wrinkle on her hand seeming to tell a story of the full and wonderful life that she lived.
A woman who spent the last few years of her life in a tough place, filled with suffering but times of laughter and happiness sprinkled throughout.

So many 'I wish I would have's'...running through my mind...but I can't go there, I have to maintain the positive energy and faith that is telling me I know exactly where she is.
That she is looking down on me right now, and will be by my side for the rest of my life

Its only been a day, and there are so many more to go, but I find comfort in knowing that you are at peace. 

Love with all my heart,


sketchbook dreams

Paige = 1, Monday = 0
except for the time I spent making this...well, sometimes you just have to let your mind play.



The past week has been a whirlwind of thoughts.  
Thoughts about my dreams, thoughts about my family, thoughts about the way I live my life, thoughts about this blog, thoughts about what I eat, thoughts about my friends far away on the east coast, thoughts about the future, thoughts about the past, thoughts about what I think about every damn thing.  
But tomorrow marks the beginning of a new week, the chance to start fresh.  Tomorrow brings a more gentle, calmer wind with it.  Tomorrow, hopefully I'll be able to assemble these thoughts into actions.  And for that I am grateful.