Karen Gelardi

Love the variety of mediums she is using. I think she becomes relevant to each of us in our own ways. Check her out:

Launch!

Hello Comrades,

I have officially launched my new and improved branding identity and website this morning!

I would really appreciate it if you all would navigate around my site and let me know if you find anything particularly annoying/crappy/unprofessional. Just let me know your thoughts!

Thanks a million!

Sydney Van Orden Design

Police! Freeze!

This is just crazy talk. Scary and wonderful:

Freeze!

trying to sculpt...

"Plain speaking about complex matters is not anti-intellectual, it is the achieved result of sustained intellectual labor. Moreover, poetic expression in the service of critical speculation is not the "soft" alternative to "hard" thinking. Rigor is demanded in both, but if you examine the shelves in most studios these days you will find shockingly few books of poetry or fiction."
- Robert Storr

Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
-WB

Awkward moment of the day

Today, I walked into a tiny local fitness club because I wanted to see their rates and class schedule. I grabbed a brochure and sat down. An attractive guy on the other side of the room stopped his sit-ups to ask if I needed help. I looked up and said, "No, I'm just checking you out" and went back to my brochure. I immediately looked back at him and mumbled something like "well, not checking you out, just this place... also, I'm really awkward." He just looked at me for a second, then went back to his sit-ups. Shortly after that exchange, I took the brochure and left. I'll save my questions for another day.

So what are we doing for national dance day?

July 31st...

I'd date that guy.

Magic Things I Cannot See

I am standing by a box and I'm blind-folded. In the box there are objects of varying size, shape, texture, color, maybe even scent. Or at least that's what I've been told. I think maybe I can hear the objects clinking against each other when somebody walks by and leans against the box. My hands are grasping the edge of the box, and I know it's there, and I feel like maybe I can see out my fingertips and into the depths. But I can't just reach in, because what if I do something wrong and get hurt? No, I'm blind-folded, so I'll have to take your word for it; take your word for it that these things are truly there, and that they mean something.

But they must be real, because why else would there be a box? Only why am I blind-folded? Did I put the blind-fold on myself, or did someone else do it a long time ago? And what the hell is keeping me from taking it off so I can see into the damn box and reach for those magic things?!

This is how I feel about being a Christian these days.