Showing posts from November, 2013

Mawusi: New and News

Happy Black Friday!  Have you met the red Makola yet? Well you should, especially now that she's been admired by  Moods & Appetites! (They liked the red Tsapitsapi too!)
On the other note I've two awesome events coming up! I really hope you'll stop by and see my work up close. They look better in person, I promise.
On Dec. 8th I'll be at the Brooklyn Holiday Bazaar Location: 501 Union Venue (501 Union Street, Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn) Time: 11am - 6pm More info >>

On Dec. 14th I'll be at MoCADA Holiday DIY Fest Location: 80 Hanson Pl.Brooklyn,NY Time: Noon (12pm) - 6pm More info:
How cool is this flyer?! It ties in pictures of the artists work! I love it. Think I'm going to blow it out. Ahhh
Thanks so much for your support and I can't wait to meet you at these awesome events!
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Happy Thanksgiving

Being that my entire family is from Ghana, we don't celebrate Thanksgiving.  Then again, we have a different way of celebrating; it is usually a surprise to us all and it happens often when we find ourselves together.  All the same, I love to be thankful and Thanksgiving is excellent for that. This year I am thankful for so much. I want to say I have more to be thankful for than I did last year, but the truth is that every year feels as though I have more to be thankful for than the previous. I am very grateful:

for my mother who continuously surprise me in her love for us;
for my brothers who prove to me that the madness I possess is a family thing;
for all my friends who know that I have lost all of my marbles and are still there for me;
for everyone who has supported me in my interests, especially in Mawusi where I am so fragile;
for you who bother to read what I write and even write a comment sometimes;
for  having more than I can list or remember.

I am so very grateful and t…

Pinterest Favs: Less is More

Believe it or not, several times, I have come across some cool things on Pinterest. The below quote is one of them. It's been on my mind of late that I often say more than I probably should. Most of it repetition. It's beginning to feel as though there's much more in saying less than saying more. And when one has something to say, it's probably best to find the simplest way to say it. I have a feeling this is going to take me a lifetime to work on. -J

Opinion: Where You're Coming From

Stop whining and count your blessings!  My favorite line to shove down my own throat in the midst of
 self-pitying parties. To others, I try to be more gentle. The other part of the ritual is to remember where I am coming from. On taking this pill recently, I realized that where one is coming from is not always as bad as where one is.

People come from loads of happiness to loads of unhappiness. I know people who always go on about high school as though it was their glory days. I disliked high school.

So the question is what does one do when one's past was better than one's present? When life had not prepared one for what they now face? In some ways my life has always been a little rough, but I have always known love and laughter, and I feel that has prepared me enough for my present.  When I look back, the now feels somewhat feasible because of the lessons I took from my yesterdays. How does one cope when it is the opposite? How does one look to the future with faith?


Mawusi: New in Shop!

I've added a few new listings to the shop. Below is one of them, a new Makola

Thanks and have an awesome Friday! -J
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Grad School Diary: Looking to the Past

In my junior year of college I went wild and took six classes, with two jobs on the side. I worked at Pinkberry serving yogurt to my fellow yogurt fanatics, and also worked in my school's computer lab. It was my craziest semester, but the most fun. I got four A's and two A-'s (I was very upset about the minus attached to the other two A's). How did I do it? I don't know. The only thing I know is that I loved all my classes. They were great classes and it would have sucked to not do well in them. Also, they all changed my life. On the job front, I enjoyed the free yogurts, and did most of my homework as I monitored the computer labs.

I love this memory, and I try to boast about it every chance I get, or I bring it up even when there is no reason to do so. As you can see, I am blowing my own horn here. One thing this experience gave me is the belief that I can do a lot of things at the same time if I really enjoyed them, and managed my time accordingly. I am around …

Poetry: The Day Lady Died by Frank O'Hara

"The Day Lady Died" is the sole reason why I love Frank O'Hara. For a few months after I had read some of his poems, I tried to imitate the formulae for his Lunch Poems. It was something. When I recently discovered Flarf poetry -- forgive me for mentioning both O'Hara and Flarf poetry in the same paragraph. Urgh -- I hated it immediately because of  O'Hara's Lunch Poems.

The Day Lady Died by Frank O'Hara
It is 12:20 in New York a Friday three days after Bastille day, yes it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton    at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner and I don’t know the people who will feed me
I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun    and have a hamburger and a malted and buy an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what the poets    in Ghana are doing these days                                            I go on to the bank and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard)    doesn’t even look up my balance for once in her li…

Opinion: The Queen of Grudges is Dying

Growing up, one of the things I was very proud of was my ability to hold grudges forever and ever. And also, my amazing ability to neither forgive nor forget.  Even when the event tried to elude me, I would write it down and re-read it so I can better recall why I must dislike so-so-and-so very much. The good thing is that I stayed away from people. I had a great tree all to myself. It took me years to forgive my father for cutting down that tree.

A couple of days ago I was reading a quote in my Facebook newsfeed which said something about forgiving, forgetting, giving without expecting and blah blah blah. And I thought: Well, duh! To not forgive is silly. Really. There's something cool about letting things go; a beautiful fluffy floating cloud is a good metaphor for letting things go, and one floats even better when one is able to forget, too. Plus there's also that two seconds when one feels superior to all those non-forgivers, then realizes that the feeling generated by on…

Mawusi: New in Shop!

I've been working on a few new things for sometime now. I was finally able to shoot, edit, and add a couple to the shop. The Futu is one of them: made with a beautiful acrylic yarn of multiple and subtly blended colors. It's the same yarn used for the Makola.  Perfect for those allergic to wool! Happy Friday!
And as always thank you so much for your support.

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Grad School Diary: Bauhaus

In one of the best classes that I have yet taken -- my history of photography class in college -- I encountered László Maholy-Nagy's work for the first time and felt something that was beyond awe: the drama here is to emphasis how impressed I am by his work. I don't know much about him, though I feel certain that there is time enough to rectify that. I have since found Maholy-Nagy's work at MoMA and the Met and it has always brought me an immense feeling of satisfaction and inspiration.

So imagine my intensified interest in the Bauhaus movement when I found it linked to Maholy-Nagy. I have in the past admired the Bauhaus School's permanent exhibition in the architecture and design section of MoMA, but had not read on them. That their main goal was creating art through craft, by combining art mediums such as architecture, sculpture, and painting into functional and aesthetically advanced objects, is to me rather exciting. Especially now that I am of the mind that differ…

Poetry: Western Wind

Western Wind -Anonymous

Western Wind, when will thou blow, The small rain down can rain? Christ! if my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again!

Listen to my reading of "Western Wind" below:

Perhaps because I have a serious something for the rain, perhaps because I love internal rhymes. Like the alliteration in this poem. These are some of my assumed reasons for why I can never get enough of "Western Wind." It reminds me a little of Pound's "In a Station of the Metro," however the feeling here is the exact opposite. I love the wildness, rawness, loneliness that "Western Wind" exudes. Reading it always leaves me feeling breathless. -- Jane

Opinion: Analysis of Thoughts

I wrote an opinion yesterday then decided not to post it at the last minute. I'm saving it as a draft for now. The post is being held back on the condition that certain things ought to be shared and some not…until one knows enough to have the right to blast it out. 
After I had written that opinion, I realized that though I feel strongly about it, my experience on the matter is very limited hence my belief is based on what I have largely observed from a distance; a matter that I had not actually thoroughly experienced. Since it is a a sensitive subject that I am always cautious in discussing, I felt it best to keep my opinion to myself for now.
It seems necessary to be in one's own head, to be able to analyze one's thoughts. To be as truthful to oneself as one could and hence to ask oneself every now and then something like; "Hey! are you sure you know enough about that to be making so much noise about it?"These are things that I am working on. Thinking about not…

Mawusi: Shop Update

Happy Friday! Three things: 1. I just got a part time job so things are about to get a bit crazier but I'll finally have enough money to sustain my strawberries and hot chocolate addictions.
2. Awesome Nasozi of Origins of Style got a wonderful shop in Dumbo and is having a launch party this Sunday! If you're in New York kindly rsvp and stop by. She is kind enough to carry some of my work on consignment! Yes, I'll be there!
3. Very pleased to have you know that I'll be taking part in the upcoming Brooklyn Holiday Bazaar! I will keep reminding you since we're a month away, but I thought you should know now to put on your calendars :)
And here's what I'm currently working on; along with two new Makolas! Thanks so much for catching up with the shop and have an awesome end of the week! -J
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Grad School Diary: isms

Discussing Mrs Dalloway  in my 20th century fiction class, I caught myself saying, "Septimus could possibly be playing a surrealistic role through his madness and hence his unawareness." And also that, "the celebration of industrialization––from when Mrs Dalloway walks out of her home into the streets, to Peter's thoughts on the ambulance that was rushing Septimus to the hospital––could be an indication of futurism." And that, "Woolf's repeated mockery of proportion, especially in describing the doctor's thoughts and categorizing what is sane and mad, suggests a tongue poking at neoclassicism." And, "of course, there is plenty of romanticism pertaining to the celebration of the individualistic mind."

The coolest thing is that I didn't know nada about all these 'isms' except romanticism and neoclassicism. I am so happy to have enrolled in my Manifesto class! The one thing I knew going in is that I would learn something. P…

Poetry: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

When I discovered The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot, my idea of poetry not only changed but the poem made me feel so much. Reading Mrs. Dalloway recently brought again those feelings. I memorized the first verse of this poem once, but I've forgotten it all now…I should try again as it reads like music.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T.S. Eliot

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question….

Oh, do not ask, “What is i…

Opinion: Predicting Good

Is it not something that a significant number of us are surprised by the good and least shocked by the bad? Perhaps, it is because some of us often envision bad things for ourselves. My shoes are sooo going to break; then they do. I'm sooo going to miss the train; then I do. What if I  miss the train because I anticipated that I would?

Every time I've foretold something bad, beneath it is a silent prayer, that my bad prediction would not materialize; that I won't really miss the train.  Yet I predict the bad  all the same because I'm afraid if I believed otherwise and it did not materialize I'll be doubly disappointed.

After I saw The Secret about two months ago I became more conscious of my thoughts and I've been working more on predicting what I want rather than what I don't want. There are times when I do miss the train, but I make it on time all the same. Perhaps because I believed I would? I don't know. Most of my friends agree with the ideology t…

Personal Style: A Fun Necklace

I'm a big fan of everything Astrid of An Astrid Endeavor makes, and I'm very much into this embroidery bib necklace by her. It feels special on.

Necklace - An Astrid Endeavor Bracelet - Mawusi Carnation pink long sleeves - Lands' End Top layer skirt - Marshalls Sequin skirt (bottom layer -- was actually a dress that I made into a skirt) - Marshalls Navy Jacket - Thrifted Tights - Marshalls Sandals - Payless

Mawusi: Shop Update

Happy first day of November! May this month be awesome to us all!
Four things: 1. The Ajo Tribal Necklace landed on the Etsy trending page for about three days in a row! 2. The royal blue Koryo bracelet made the Etsy Newsletter! 3. I had a photoshoot in Central Park with the coolest guys ever! 4. Meet the new Tami Pompom beret and the Lalala Headband/Earwarmer ! ^_^

1. The Ajo Tribal Necklace
*Click on images to be directed to items in the shop
2. The Koryo Adjustable Yarn Bracelet in Royal Blue
4. Photoshoot in Central Park…Can you see me :))
I had to press the shutter then run and climb the tree!
5a. The Tami Beret in Spice!
You no longer need to be French to look good in a beret ^_^
The Lalala Headband & Ear warmer in Soft Gold
Thanks for catching up with the shop and for your continuous support! -Jane
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