Lunch Napkin Art #3: Path Less Traveled

Dear Readers,

I’ve tried to etch out time during my break to write this three times but one thing or another got in the way. Fourth time can be the charm right?

Anywho, this is part of the view from the garden lunch area of a sidewalk leading around the building to the parking lot or to the Clinic entrance. Originally it was a windy kinda-sorta dreary day but I’m not sure if that even captured in my hasty scribbles.

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It’s normally a pretty short albeit secluded walk, with the concrete and glass building on one side and a wooded area on the other. Pretty and whimsical in the day time, terrifying and horror movie-esque after dark, you get the feel. I noticed some time ago though thAt not a lot of people walk along this particular stretch, understandably, since most of the staff are hospital-bound instead of clinic-bound. I’ll admit, I’ve skipped it many a time opting for indoor stairs instead back to work.

But as Fall steadily passes over the country, the weather is treating us now or less to much desired mild weather, soft breezes and sunshine. I should start enjoying it while I can before we move to blistering cold temperatures and gray skies. I’ll make it a priority today (maybe even tomorrow) to enjoy the sun and seventy-something degrees outdoors while I can, at least by walking the hundred or so steps back to work.

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Lunch Napkin Art #2: Lovelier with Flowers

Dear readers,

Our cafe likes to promote a warm “with-nature” feel as much as possible. The rest of the hospital does the same with a beautiful balance of wood and stone with steel and glass. Very Nebraska. We’ve even a babbling fountain on the ground floor, which ironically belches air bubbles more than babbles but I digress; back to the cafe.

There’s many open windows to the landscaped garden seating areas and on each table is placed a little colorful, albeit fake, flower and vase. They’re small and simple with little rocks glued around the stem, but still appeal to my romantic side that loves the presence of a colorful bouquet. I’m getting to lunch a little late in the day with few human models, so my table’s flower is the subject today. This little guy is accompanying my microwaved pizza leftovers and yours truly.

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I wish I had colorful pens with me today to show the varying shades of orange, but I’ll leave that to your imagination.

Love to all,
NiSH

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Corny Crocheting: Sharty Attempt 1

Dear Readers,

Another form of arts/crafts that I started a few years back was crocheting. I tried knitting, but that turned more stressful than relaxing. Turns out I have a better chance trying to control one needle than two.

But it seems I’m a once a year attempter, ironically around this time. I found my last year’s project stuffed deep in a drawer, golden needle stuck through it to hold my place. I think I was attempting a scarf.

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At this point I cut my losses and turned it into a very “eclectic” oven pad.

Wish me luck on this year’s attempt. I’m striving for a scarf again. Or at least a prettier oven pad.

Love,
NiSH

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Lunch Napkin Art Time

Dear Readers,

I’ve really no excuse for the lack of posts, save for the usual: work’s kept me busy, tired by the time I’m home, blah blah blah… Not to mention the same unfinished painting has sat on my cheap-but-reliable easel at home for over month, just waiting to be added to. Even gym has suffered a bit due to being the Overtime Queen for the last month or so. But I’m thinking of adding a new string of posts that I’m hoping will start easing me out of work mode and into Just Nisha mode again. Jazz hands and all.

Since the only consistent break I have each day is lunch, I’m putting that to better use. I’m still stuffing my face mind you but I’ll be doing something a little better than just sifting through Twitter once my gullet is satisfied. I’ll tentatively call it Lunch Napkin Art Time, pending cleverer title. I’ll sketch out something from my surroundings and post it for my lovelies. Not only will I be regularly practicing my drawing skills, I’ll force myself to post more often. I don’t want my blog to get lost in the paper shuffle that is life just quite yet.

Anywho, here’s my premiere piece. The unfortunate victim is a woman multitasking with work and lunch at the same time. Must be a theme for all who work here.

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Pardon the rumpled look. It went through the ringer when I was attempting to carry food from register to table.

I’m hoping to keep this to at least once or twice a week if not more. Wish me luck!

Love,
NiSH

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Images in the Mind Cavity

Dear Readers,

Have any of you, fellow visual beasts or not, gotten an image stuck in your brain that would not go away? It’s concept created after exposure to millions of experiences and images during the great egg timer we call life? No? Yes? Maybe?

Well that is where a lot of my art tends to come about. This little darling popped in my brain a week ago and is finally making it to paper. I’m not sure if it’s from too many episodes of Face Off on SyFy, too much Marvel exposure or the endless fiction books that I read but here it is.

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I call it Transformation. I kind of gave up by the time I made it to the core, but I’ll put this in the To-Be-Painted pile. Color and carefully planned brushstrokes might give it just a little more life. It will at least be there for whenever I start painting again.

Love to my lovelies,
NiSH

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A Puzzle with Missing Pieces

8/27/14

Dear Readers,

 

I’m updating you all with a slightly morose/whiny post.  The thought struck me tonight, and I can’t tell if I’m compelled to share it due to this being a repetitive feeling, the exhaustion of 12-plus hour days at work, being isolated from everyone except the cats outside of work, or a crazy mixture of all the above.  My mind’s in a half fuzzy, half nostalgic state, so I’m rolling with it.  Roll with me, won’t you?

TLC started a new reality show – yes, more reality TV – called “Who Do You Think You Are?”  Where celebrities use Ancestry.com and I’m sure a bright shiny penny to find out more about their family lineage.  It’s actually not half-bad, and uses reality TV as it was meant to be; capturing genuine reactions from people during certain situations, without producer-goaded drama seething like magma under a volcano.  (We’ll save that rant for later…)

Okay, back on topic.  The show is fascinating to me, because I like history, especially if genetics or genealogy can be thrown into the mix.  It’s thrilling to find a connection between the present and the past, at least in my opinion.  With this show, the celebs aren’t famous; for the hour-long episode, they are just a person (okay, rich person) looking for the story of their family, their heritage.  You witness genuine reactions to their relatives’ stories, sad or happy.  The episodes end with them feeling more complete after their discoveries and I’m sincerely happy for them for finding that missing piece.

But the show also brings out a sad and a bit selfish shade of me.  As much as these people talk about how complete they feel now knowing what happened in their family, I feel as if that’s impossible for me to experience, at least not without opening an even bigger can of worms.  You see, when I was barely four months old I was adopted from South Korea.  Yes, I got my citizenship, “waved” a mini flag in my chubby fingers and speak English pretty damn well, I just can’t run for office (You missed out big time, America).  It was a closed adoption, so none of my biological parents’ identity was shared with my adoptive parents and thus me.  Until I was eighteen, the files were locked away, not to be disturbed.  So I would think that Ancestry.com may take a while longer tracking down my information.

The thing is, I’m fine with that.  I love my parents for the life I’ve lived thus far, and I don’t regret being adopted at all.  I don’t even know if I want to find my biological family, even now that the file is technically available. But just the fact of not knowing any of my own history, or not having the opportunity to as relatives about our family line makes me feel slightly outside the picture, at times.  No family member ever made me feel like an outsider, but I can’t help but desire having what others have; a familial identity.  You can look that their faces, and see bits and pieces of their family in them, and even know what relative they got something from.  She got her nose from her dad, his eyes are just like his grandfather’s, and she inherited her protruding ears from her mother.  Being the visual person that I am, I can do that really well for everyone except myself.  It’s a downer sometimes, like I can’t quite get the knack of a game everyone’s playing.

I sometimes look in a mirror – I’m sure everyone’s done this before, I hope – and just stare at myself.  I look microscopically at every bit of my face, hair and skin.  I’ve got a thick wavy mop of hair that only a straight iron and ample smoothing solutions can tame and I wonder who I got that from.  My eyes are technically deformed for an Asian because I have double lids.  (No classic “chink” eyes); is that common in my bloodline?  Am I purely Korean, or are there smatterings of other nationalities inside?  Is the fact that I’ve never had a cavity luck of the draw, or is good teeth a strong genetic trait?  Would I have been the only leftie in my family?  Just a few questions that I’ve posed to the big black space that is uncertainty.

At the very least, it’s also frustrating not knowing my own medical history.  I’m getting to that point in my life where I’m going to have to start balancing out what genetic gold mine of health conditions I’ve been passed, and that’s hard to do with no control group, no source of comparison.  “Don’t know what’ll take me down first, my dad’s diabetes or my mom’s heart problems!”  Incidentally, I’m leaning towards heart, because my cholesterol…it’s not so good.

So to clarify, I never regret being adopted, but I sometimes feel incomplete.  I’m not sure how or if I’m ready to change this, but I cheer on those who do, like those on the “Who Do You Think You Are?” show.  I’m also a leftie with bad hair.

 

Love,

NiSH

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Betterment of Self Challenge: Update!

Dear Readers,

I started and introduced you to this personal challenge of mine, but I’ve failed to actually show you all my progress.  So, let’s take a brief look back down memory lane…

I started this about two months ago, at around 173 pounds.  I’ve never been athletic, nor had the inclination to be so.  I loved food a little too much without thought for nutrition.  When I wasn’t working or studying for college, I was typically vegging out in front of the TV or doing other non-strenuous activities around the apartment.  Blargh.

This may be when I was a little heavier than 175, but you get the gist.

This may be when I was a little heavier than 175, but you get the gist.

Then BOOM!  Graduated from college, working still part-time at my job and no solid plan for this point in life.  Buh.  There was now too much downtime and it was physically killing me.  I needed change…badly.  So in an effort to spend some of the built-up energy, I started working out.  My roommate convinced me to sign up at a nearby gym a year ago, and had on occasion – RARE occasion – gone.  Since I had so much time on my hands, I begrudgingly started going.  Also, the Almighty Pinterest was throwing around too many fitness pins for me to ignore…damn thing.

I sweat, I wheezed, I felt sore muscles where I’d forgotten muscles were located.  But I kept going.  What else was I going to do?  And I continued to sweat, wheeze and feel sore, but I felt like I accomplished something each time I went.  And it was smart of me, because not only did it start getting easier, but I also started noticing positive results!  I wasn’t as winded anymore because I learned to breathe.  My mood brightened my energy levels rose so that I was motivated to do more things (like create my own studio corner and return to art-making).  Lastly, I was losing weight and getting thinner (what?!).

As always, it’s subtle at first; I noticed my T-shirts got a little baggier, but nothing special.  Then the belt needs tightened an extra notch, okay sure.  Then one day, you just look at yourself in the mirror and go, oh…didn’t I have more chins yesterday?  Confidence booster on that day, let me tell you!

I moment alone at the gym brings out the Superman in me!

I moment alone at the gym brings out the Superman in me!

So two months later, I’m still going at it.  I’ve also a full-time job now, so though I’m not going six days a week anymore, I’m still working out in one way or another four or five days a week.  I’ve only lost about 15 pounds, but I’ve leaned up A LOT!  I’ve replaced more fat with muscle, so though the weight isn’t shedding like I originally thought, I like the direction I’m going.  So the almost obsessive MyFitnessPal entries and tiresome nights at the gym are paying off, and I’m still going strong!  Yay!

There is one downside I’ve come across: the shopping requirement.  Things aren’t quite fitting like they used to, for better or worse.  I can kind of get away with it at home, but it’s business casual at work, so baggy clothing doesn’t really work.  I’ve had to bite the bullet and actually go try on clothing, which really isn’t fun when you HAVE to find things to wear.

Although, happy discovery for me, I’m a size six!

Let's ignore the bad hair day.

Let’s ignore the bad hair day.

 

Well, almost.  The buttons TECHNICALLY can button up.  While I’m standing.  And holding in the gut.  It counts.

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Whew!

Whew!

 

Love you all,

-NiSH

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