The Mountains Are Not Always Calling and When They Do Be Prepared to Listen.

"To be alone, and to be alone with one's thoughts"

The cascades in black and white

//

what pushes us from society
what brings us forth within
what leads us in the right direction
how do trust this myth?
what makes us feel alive
what makes us feel at peace
what makes us feel afraid
and what makes us feel unease 
what makes us feel in-tune
what makes us feel so true
to be in solitude
is one's wisest thing to do.
//
I took some photos this past week in search of some new, yet familiar horizons, ideas and perspectives.
As a young woman, I feel strange being a solo traveler. However, this is something I want to conquer further. Ideas that come from solitude and serenity, are the ones I value most. Facing these alone in the wilderness have brought me many emotions, many realizations and questions on my being: the ones I feel at most in tune with. 

I have been in Oregon for one year and four months. 

This is the longest I have been in one location since I left home at 18. 

I feel very blessed to live where I live in this time of my life. To call "home" to such a vast, dynamic part of the west coast.

I just finished my summer classes, and I am solely focusing on grasping some new concepts that are forming within my work and within my thesis. 


The mountains are not always calling. And that is okay. Let them be there when you need them most. And be sure to not take advantage.
I thought a lot about:

love
lust
romance
sympathy
beauty
self-certainty
ego-centrism 
humbleness
narcissism
selflessness
generosity
respect
truth
guidance
wisdom.
New existential meanings that are forming within my work. 

With love, 
Doone


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WE ALL WEAR MASKS / INTUITION IN RETROSPECTIVE

PHOTOGRAPHY + MAKEUP

by Bree Goodwin ARTISTRY

//

"We all wear masks, metaphorically speaking."
- The Mask (1994)

Something about creativity that I am becoming more in tune with, 
is that LIFE is the true inspiration. 
  
This year my work has entangled itself
 & fallen deep back in love with my intuition.
 Intuition to trust.
To let go.
 Patience. 
 Right now is the time.  
If not now?
When?
I've done a fair share of trying on different masks.
Some work. 
Some don't. 
Some keep others at the perfect distance away.
Some bring them face-to-face. 
Your real face.
When I started singing in jazz clubs, 
I felt this mask of adrenaline.
This mask of familiar nostalgia
that I had, actually & physically, 
never experienced.

Living everyday in an artistic
movement of the modern day world, 
mixed with visions I have had of a far away past,
one of which I had never 
actually experienced.
It made me feel this sense of comfort 
and confusion all in one. 
I have been searching 
 & searching.
I have also, 
been slowly understanding my 
mind & the way it works. 

+ why it works the way it works. 

+ how it is significantly different
than yours.

The past year has been a tremendous time for self-realizations.

You know, those times 
where absolutely everything 
is in tune?

The moon, the sun and the stars. 

The people, the places and the perspectives.

Inspiration and intuition.
I am constantly psychoanalyzing the contradiction of beauty
and pain to my artistic endeavors as a young
woman -- all it has given me. 
ALL it has took from me. 
In hindsight, I have learned that 
looking back on time,
will only steer you away 
from what is right in front of you.
However, what is right in front of you 
can also be blinding, and misleading. 
  
 On another note, 
it is simple to consider that the past is history.
 An insight into the present 
 & if you're lucky it can be an 
insight into your future.
  Let it unfold. 
 Let the words be written, 
 Slowly and emotionally. 
 Write them with intent. 
 Write them with passion. 
Write them with vulnerability. 
 Face-To-Face. 
It has been an incredible journey.
It has been a phenomenal roller coaster of once in a lifetime
opportunities, mixed with recipes for disasters. 
~
Consistency. 
Clarity. 
Undeniable Vulnerability.
Romantic Continuity.
Fluidity in Motion.
Incredible Confusion.
m u l t i p l e
m e d i u m s. 
Italy. 
Paris.
Portland.

It has been a wild ride.
Trust your intuition 
& make art without consequence.


@justdooneit
doone@pdx.edu
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/doonewilliams
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The Studio.

This summer has been one of the more interesting summers i've ever had. 


 As Leo season is closing,  I am feeling immense gratitude and heightened curiosity.  
There has been love, there has been emotion and there has been inspiration.
If you're anything like me, you'll know that when there's highs, there are lows.

We figure it out.

Whether it's running away or facing your woes right on paper.  

Guess which one I have chosen.
We mustn't confuse confusion with distress;
 anxiousness. 

Confusion can often be the answer.  

My vintage apartment has become a haven of challenge, a castle of romantic confusion. 
It's been one of the most inspiring times of my life. 

 Muchas Gracias, Augusto. 


I feel blessed.


 X Doone
Photography by Doone Williams. 

RE-AWAKENINGS; LISTEN TO THEM

 

Do you ever find yourself spinning in circles? This can be with an idea, a relationship, a goal, a project, a diet, a destination, etc…

Step 1: FOCUS

By being the creative monster that I am, I have so many aspirations within my work. I have so many damn mediums that it  often makes it more difficult for myself to just practice something as simple as focusing. 

Sometimes, I create MORE work for myself, which pushes me further away from focusing. 

CAN YOU RELATE? 

here are some tips that help me focus:

  1.  Get off your phone.

  2. Ignore everyone.

  3. Put on some tunes.

  4. DO YOU.

1. When I am feeling anxious about a deadline or a project I really need to complete, the best thing that helps me stay successful in doing so, is abandoning social media platforms/technology that counteracts my mission. We waste so much damn time on social media that it is literally creating peaks of mental health issues in teens and children, not to mention most adults (can you relate?). If its getting in the way… get rid of it, baby.
2. Ignore everyone. Oh your best friend invited you out this weekend? And you really need to sleep and catch up on work (WHICH SHOULD BE YOUR PASSION), which really means time for yourself? Put YOU first and don’t feel bad about it. When I find myself spreading myself too thin by socializing, this is when I cram things in last minute, I don’t produce my best work/content, and I remain further behind focusing on my health and my art. Put you first and if your friends are true friends, they will survive.
3.  TURN UP THE TUNES LOUD! Like I mean really loud. You know how much you love spending $400 on that music festival ticket? Well try doing it for free, in your home. Put on a record, or put on your headphones, and shut the world out. Get those juices flowin’ and get your supplies out.
5. Creating time for yourself is essential. How can we be good for others if we are not good to ourselves? The act of selfishness has become so overlooked into a negative context, that we often think it’s a bad thing to be alone or do things alone/for ourselves. DO YOU. And don’t look back. Make yourself proud.

Step 2: SQUAD GOALS

Surround yourself with motivators, influencers and EXPERIENCED professionals of your field.
If you are listening to the hand that feeds you FALSE information, how are you supposed to grow within your work(a.k.a most of social media)?
I have had some really inspiring people come in and out out of my life. Take what you need from it. Yes, be selfish.
Learn from your experiences and surround yourself with people that
i n s p i r e 
YOU!
Yes, heartbreak is real. And so is disappointment with human beings. But we are all just human beings, being human. So get a cat, and quit complaining.
don’t rely on people for your happiness. Allow your group of friends to be diverse — get multiple perspectives on art, politics, humanity, etc. Take risks in your choice of human beings.
No I don’t mean go on Tinder and go out with the weirdo thats blowing up your inbox.
Be bold in your connections.

Step 3: Listen to your heart

Im not trying to be cheeky. however, the power of intuition is truly amazing. the times i have trusted my heart to filter my decisions, is when i have been the most successful, within relationships, my work and my life. 
give it all you got.
and don’t take no for an answer. how will you ever know until you go? listen to your heart and give it what it needs. you have the power to do that. not a person, not a material object, not a podcast, maybe not event my blog… but you are capable of everything you set your mind to and any dreams you have had or still have. 
if it’s still in your heart, it’s still a passion worth pursuing. 
you just have to listen.
best,
dw
 

Why Being “Creative” is a Curse + a Cure; In Retrospective.

Being creative can be a curse and a cure. I constantly hear, ‘Omg you’re so crafty’, ‘ya know I’m just not creative’ and my favorite, I wish I was creative!’.

Well, in all fairness, no I am not “crafty”, in fact that is one of my least favorite words of all time…. and probably any “focused” individuals’…

We as humans, are indeed creative. We have to make creative decisions every single day. From the clothes we put on our backs, to the blankets we throw on our bed, to the foods we eat, to the way we live each day; we create each day to live. In my honest opinion we are all artists. “To live a creative life we must lose our fear of being wrong.” – Joseph Clinton  Pearce.

For myself, as a producer in multiple mediums, I must create. . . I crave to inspire. Am I always proud? Heck no.

Am I always confident?

No.

I suppose it’s the same way for an athlete perform/reach a goal. For a chef to serve. For a pastor to preach. It’s all in the same — this urge to spread the conversation of creation.

As creatives, we need it to let our work breathe, to let our work live.

Part of helping our work live and breathe, is our environment. For as long as I can remember, I have had a very vivid imagination — an ability to transform my surroundings into a level of creative inspiration.  Whether it’s been a small conformed space or an opportunity to buy a ticket and just leave.

Creating these opportunities for yourself are so  crucial within your creative process. 

 When I was  nineteen years old, I moved to Norway.

When I was twenty years old, I moved to San Francisco.

When I was twenty-two years old,  I moved to Italy.

When I was twenty-three, I moved to Portland.

   Since high school, I have learned the pros and cons of this pattern and parts of this pattern can be a curse and a cure.

Some call me a “free-spirit”. Some call me a “grasshopper”. 

I need to be on the move. I need to be like a shark, “Constantly moving forward, or else it dies” – Woody Allen.

Yes, it drains my bank account and qualifies to a lot of starting over.

Yes, I have to say a lot of goodbyes and arrive to new cities knowing nobody. However,  it comes with a lot of independence, courage and risk. I remember when I moved to Norway, surrounded by Scandinavians. In Scandinavia, it is uncommon to go to university after high school. This made me feel so much safer in choosing an alternative route after I left Oregon State (my first year out of high school/quite a social experiment). The world was my text book and all I wanted to do was travel, and quite honestly, be out of the States.  With much support from my family and friends, I was able to do just that.  I feel very lucky to have such supportive people around me.

As easy as it is to romanticize  this “booking a ticket and just leaving” mentality, the truth is I was also running away. I didn’t want to face America’s norms. I also was pretty burnt out on  everyone in my life.

Okay I’m going to throw a lot at you here, i’m crunching in about a year into one article. And with the pace my life moves at, one year (in my head) is like three novels and a Netlix series. 

Ironically enough I was abroad when I realized I was ready to go back to school. Which I thought at the time was *private* art school. Sure enough after returning back to the states thats exactly what I did. I applied and I got in. I moved to San Francisco with about $400 in my account ready for anything and no fear in the world. Once I was admitted, plus granted scholarship, I was on top of the world. I felt more confident in any decision I have ever made, still to this day.  Everything felt in tune. Private art school: check. Beautiful, historical studio apartment in Haight Ashbury: check. Best friend/roommates: check. New friends, new opportunities, FUN, FUN, FUN: check. I had a good paying job, I started singing in night clubs, integrated myself in to the arts community, I was painting, I even started recording my first album. But of course, just when you think you have it all, life happens to kick you off your high horse. This for me was  a new occurrence. Since my life was so care-free I was honestly used to getting everything I wanted. But then I had to move back to Oregon.

 I quit my job, I got kicked out of my apartment, thinking I had I had it all under control I really had to look myself in the eyes and ask myself what was best for me. 

 I begged my family to support me in going back to give it one more shot, because after all, I got into my ‘dream school’ and I didn’t want to lose that. It felt like it was all that I had.

After a lot of teeth pulling, I moved back to SF and into my school’s housing  on a housing scholarship. Free housing in the most expensive city in the U.S?!  Wow, everything happens for a reason, right? I started seeing a psychiatrist, per my families request, I started taking medication and  pretty much turned into an anti social weirdo, trying to fit myself into this little bubble that I was in before I left the city. I kept singing, I kept going out, I kept trying. Little did I know, my beautiful, private school’s housing was in the fabulous neighborhood of the Tenderloin district. Well, If you aren’t familiar with the cities’ districts, the Tenderloin, a.k.a ‘the heart of the city’, is where the homeless population is the worst it’s ever been, and if you ask me, probably the worst on the West Coast. Walking to school every morning to my glorious $60,000 education  was like hiking through shit and heroin needles. It kind of reminded me of a really scary, dark comedy… and to be honest, everyday I sort of felt like I was living in one. But hey, I was studying film in this prestigious environment and granted this made me want to be this bad ass, successful, female film director that the school was pushing for me to be. After all Katherine Bigelow is an alumnus, and after all my professor was a Coppola, but at the end of the day, I was exhausted, I was paying an absurd amount of money, to ultimately, paint. I had no real friends and  felt this weird emotional relationship with the city, because it wasn’t the same city that I had fallen in love with when I first moved.

 I’m not just here to shit on the institution or San Francisco.  I learned so much about fine art, contemporary art, art theory, contemporary practices, etc. I had different career goals everyday! However, the struggle that I was experiencing living in SF after two years did not become worth it. The expenses people are paying to live in a city that is experiencing a technology takeover, made me feel like art wasn’t the answer any more. It was money. The history of the school, the history of that city (which has always been a romance of mine) wasn’t making up for it. Before I started school, making  a living as a hostess/waitress in the mission district, I got to experience the city that I needed at that time in my life.

I needed to experience that 2:00 am jazz scene on a Monday night, the nocturnal souls who’s life dedications and passions were for art, culture; humanity. 

What I wanted to feel, what I needed to feel. Art school was teaching me that money didn’t matter. Money shouldn’t matter when it comes to making your art. But why did it seem like everything surrounding the city was money, money money. The only reason I could afford to be at that school was because of money, money, money.  I had peers living in their cars, peers camping on the campus to boycott the school’s cost , peers experiencing severe addiction problems, severe adolescent breakdowns right in front of my eyes; for their art.

Yet, here they were, sacrificing so much, to be in college? Wait, I thought college was supposed to be the “best” time of your life.   After experiencing what I experienced before I started school, it was a very confusing time in my life, and my work suffered greatly from it.

When I was 16 years old, and discovered Instagram, I saw how I could brand my name, and brand my art/ build my audience. At the end of the day, I want to be my own boss. I don’t want to be building someone else’s brand when I can be putting that time towards building my own.

We are all born with a gift and we are all born with dreams. We also, all go through hardships. We can also all overcome them. Who ever knew that pursuing something that brought me more life than anything in the world would be so damn challenging. 

Success doesn’t happen over night and because of these occurrences I step into decisions with a lot more caution and thought. I also have overcome huge barriers within my health.

I have learned to talk about my physical and mental health openly and honestly with whomever asks. I believe  this is something that needs to happen more from major influencers in our society. Especially, in my generation, regarding mental health awareness.

Being creative can be a curse and a cure. Without my chapter in San Francisco, I wouldn’t have learned some serious life lessons. I wouldn’t have met half of the amazingly, dynamic people that I did. Plus, valuable connections in art, film and music.

Being at art school made me feel less like an artist. My entrepreneurial spirit felt broken and I was stuck in my head. I took the opportunity to move to Florence, Italy and study abroad. This is when things really were put in perspective for me.

Going to another private art school, made me care less about my own business, artists started to freak me out, and I  lost my identity within my work. Which is why I transferred to Portland State – where I am able to minor in business and take a more entrepreneurial approach to my work.

Having all eggs in one basket towards your creative endeavors can be a dangerous decision.

Balance is very important as an artist.

I want to remind you, this is just my story and everyones’ is different. 

Honesty is key.

Social media can make us look like we’ve ‘made it’ or it can make us look like we haven’t changed. The key aspect to remember is that we are in a generation that is  being developed into a society that lives plugged in and ON the grid.

At the end of the day, we are all human, and we can really learn from each other if we are honest.

So,

share what is important.

Share to inspire,

and share to educate.

We are all one and we are all on this journey together. 

If you are struggling in your creative journey please reach out to me through my contact column.

Best,

DW