depression, experience, inspiration, self help, Uncategorized

How to cope

Yesterday at one of my art classes somebody asked me how to cope with depression. I looked at them going How did you know? Back in the days of college, oh my… I was so excited they asked me, so happy to help and so glad I am not there any more.

Just in case you were wondering how to cope with depression

  1. Eat. Seriously eat something real, not just doughnuts and ice-cream.
  2. Go outside, get some vitamin D while the sun is still shining. No gadgets, please.
  3. Ask for help. Don’t just suffer in silence. It can be a friend or a stranger, up to you.
  4. Engage yourself in art of drawing, cooking, singing, dancing or knitting.
  5. Find a Meetup group for something you always wanted to do but never got a chance to actually try.
  6. Write a letter or card to somebody who deserves it, an old friend or relative.
  7. Go to public library or city park to people/dog watch. It can be real fun!

Happiness is inside us but we do need contact with others to be our better selves.

I wish you the best of luck in your daily battles!

experience, inspiration

Love it

What do you do if inspiration doesn’t come when you need it most? Go to Google images looking for a nice pic or browse through the galleries of Santa Fe… all this sounds boring… really. You somehow have to feel it to be able to create. You know what I mean? Sometimes people show up to my classes looking for an unusual experience and motivation which is totally cool except that all these wonderful things are inside every one of us. The hardest thing though is to discover them.

If you can stop thinking of what others will think about you and just do what you feel is right, you will find happiness and inspiration. Even if your idea is the strangest thing you have ever considered, at least it might become a great learning experience for you. You never know unless you try. Love it, embrace it, live it…

job, Uncategorized

4 Months

4 months I was looking for something to do hoping to get paid one day. Nothing would come up. I actually got job offers but they were totally irrelevant. And the thing is I still believed I am an educated human being so I didn’t have to say yes to anything.

One day I was hanging out with other folks at the co-op and mentioned how useless my job search was. One of my co-artists was like, hey there is a pizza place hiring one block South from here. I decided to check it out but couldn’t find it. I came back and somebody took me there and introduced to the manager as an artist from the co-op. This is how I got my first job here.

Little did I know then about pizza making business. The year or so that I worked there most of my coworkers were hired and fired while I was still around. It does help to have someone who doesn’t smoke and works like crazy. They loved me there despite all the fights and heated arguments we had. I was really ready for something else though, something better I thought to myself.

My art thing was going great. I taught art classes at the co-op twice a month and sold my art once in a while. Don’t ask me how that worked out for a beginner artist in a foreign land. I have to make it clear, I had never made any art before the age of 30. No visual art, just music and dance.

immigration, job, Uncategorized

Why

I am 33 year old white immigrant in the US. 2 weeks ago I quit my job and had to answer the question ‘why?’ too many times. Next time they ask me I will just have to send them a link.

Anyway, I’ve been here in the Promised Land for almost 2 years. It’s an amazing place to move after the war threats and political unrest of my country. God bless America! I have to say that Colorado is a very unique state and I can’t complain that I ended up here. It wasn’t my choice but I love it.

The first thing that struck me is how artsy the place is. I had never heard about Art Walks or anything like this before.  It was a brave new world right here… Brand new artist, looking around with eyes wide open.  Another thing is the people. I love the people here, so sweet and ready to help a stranger, anyone really. Well, in the art world anyway…

The first thing I did was join the art co-op. I couldn’t find a job despite my degree and 10 years teaching experience.  So frustrating… No one believes a foreigner can speak English.