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Christina of Tide & Bloom

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before the rains

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top / anthropologie
jeans / target
hat / anthropologie
purse / secondhand
shoes / anthropologie
necklace / fossil & hide

the long and the short of it

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I am twenty-seven years old. Is that old or is that young? These days I’m starting to feel the push of time more than ever. I’m closer to thirty than I ever have been, meaning closer to marriage, closer to starting a family, closer to facing the reality of becoming an independently-functioning adult. I know that we all begin talking about this time crunch as early as twenty-four, but I’m legit in the late 20s. This is serious now.

I find it difficult to describe my dilemmas without becoming totally tired of myself. I’ve been talking and talking about “what I want for myself” and “why I can’t make this happen” and “what I need to do to commit to this”. And honestly, I just don’t know the answer. I’m beginning to wonder if anyone does. I thought that by this age, everyone I knew would be happy and fulfilled with their lives. A few of them are. Most of them aren’t. The age range of my friends is pretty wide, from 23 to late 30s, and they all say similar things. Things that I say too:

– I just don’t know what I want with my life.
– It’s difficult to imagine being able to do this and have a family.
– ____ would make me so happy.
– I don’t know how to get to where I want to be.

I wish I had an answer for you. An answer for any of it, really. My solution in the meantime has been to try to forget that voice inside, make it be quiet, while you continue to work hard and move forward. Always easier said than done, but better to have tried for your entire life than to have given up and wasted your time only wishing for it.

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That’s what I’m trying to do. I’m trying to dissolve this idea that there will be a crucial turning point or a moment where “it’s all happening”. That doesn’t exist. That’s like wishing for love at first sight. It’s never going to happen that way for me. The things I pine for, the picture of a life I daydream about, will never materialize in an instant. It will be this. All of this, slowly, one seed at a time to grow an abundant forest. You know, like a metaphorical forest of sorts. Strong, thriving, and full of life. I just have to be patient. #storyofmylife

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If you’ve read this far down then I think you get my gist and you’re probably relating to me hardcore. Everyone’s lot in life is difficult and always transitional. It can feel miraculous for a few precious moments, but most of the time… it’s tiresome work and endless wondering about when it’ll all come together. All I can say is, hang in there. I’m hanging right there with you. I’m taking it one painting at a time, one stroke at a time.

goodnight, winter

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Cocoon dresses can be intimidating. Since it’s basically the shape of a sack, it’s hard to envision how this silhouette can be flattering. But my motto is, just try it on. Seriously, it’s as simple as that. I plan on living in this dress all spring (at farmer’s markets and festivals) and summer (poolside).  

chef liu’s

It’s been far far too long since I’ve written about food on here. My time is getting ever more precious to me so it’s been difficult for me to take the time to write about food experiences over using that time to paint or do a quick outfit post. So here I am to remedy that, with my thoughts on Chef Liu’s.

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People come to me frequently for restaurant suggestions, but really.. I don’t have as many as you think. Yes, I’m adventurous and yes I love to experience new things and explore Atlanta. But I, much like you, have only a handful of tried and true go-to spots. It’s partly due to financial constraints and partly due to the comfort of convenience.

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Asian food is quite obviously essential to my weekly dining. I’m no expert on cooking Asian food myself (apart from random stir frying), so what ends up happening is I have a few key restaurants on rotation to get my fix. Though I’m more partial to Vietnamese food by nature (and childhood upbringing), every now and then I just neeeeed Chinese. Like… better than stupid takeout Chinese. So I’m always on the hunt for a good Chinese restaurant that can cook correctly and leave me feeling satiated without feeling like a grease face. Chef Liu’s is one such place.

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As you can see by these photos, we were hungry and ordered way more than we could finish. But of course that gives us the upside of leftovers, which is almost required when eating family style Asian. From what I can remember, we ordered pork intestines, jellyfish salad, cold spicy noodles, dumplings, beef stew, and some sort of chicken chow fun deal. Whatever, you can use your eyes. 

bonjour, spring!

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Sometimes the most unexpected seasonal piece will make or break your wardrobe. This spring it just happened to be these ankle-length tulip hem gaucho pants. Yup, you read that right. With the black nipped-in waistband, these billowy pants are a refreshing and modern update on a 70s retro silhouette.

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graphic tee / anthropologie
wide leg pants / anthropologie
strappy sandals / steve madden via nordstrom rack
purse / neva opet
sunglasses / urban outfitters
rings / free people
necklace / anthropologie

on habits and rituals

I think that when I first began this blog, I had planned for it to be a motivating tool to get back into making art. On some days, it really was. As time went on (it’s approaching two years old!) it became clearer to me that this space is more of a foray into my love for photography and writing – I guess just journaling in general. And yes, that does motivate art because life is what sustains inspiration and creation. After weeks and weeks of fruitless thought, I’ve finally come to the simplest solution to my creative problems. And it might sound dumb and so easy, but it’s truly a revelation to me today.

I need to make something, any little thing,
any stroke or small movement, every single day of my life. 

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I’m holding myself to this promise and documenting it via instagram. Social media is an omnipresent and daily ritual and that’s the way I need my art practice to be. So I’ve made a vow to post a visual update on a piece every single day of my life. It shouldn’t take more than 15 minutes out of my day to do this. And I know it’ll make all the difference. Wish me luck!