{"id":7128,"date":"2020-07-16T18:41:11","date_gmt":"2020-07-16T18:41:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/?p=7128"},"modified":"2020-07-19T19:22:14","modified_gmt":"2020-07-19T19:22:14","slug":"you-win-some-you-lose-some","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/you-win-some-you-lose-some\/","title":{"rendered":"You Win Some, You Lose Some"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ai, yai, yai!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">This week is as close as I&#8217;ve come to crying &#8220;uncle&#8221; during the selfie project. No matter what I do, I just can&#8217;t seem to capture my dear friend Dianne in a satisfactory way. Sometimes only the eyes and nose pass muster, sometimes it&#8217;s the mouth that is okay. And every single time I&#8217;ve struggled with the overall shape of her face, partially because in the photo her mouth is open, making her chin look unusually elongated.<br \/>\nThis is the inherent danger of drawing people I know. I so desperately want to get it right.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_7130\" style=\"width: 509px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-7130\" class=\"wp-image-7130\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog1.jpg?resize=499%2C600&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"Dianne 1\" width=\"499\" height=\"600\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog1.jpg?resize=851%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 851w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog1.jpg?resize=249%2C300&amp;ssl=1 249w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog1.jpg?resize=768%2C924&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog1.jpg?resize=1276%2C1536&amp;ssl=1 1276w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog1.jpg?resize=1702%2C2048&amp;ssl=1 1702w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog1.jpg?resize=624%2C751&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog1.jpg?w=1745&amp;ssl=1 1745w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 499px) 100vw, 499px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-7130\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">I can&#8217;t even tell you how much courage it&#8217;s taking for me to post these images, especially since I know many of you who read this blog know Dianne personally and will immediately see my missteps. However, I think it&#8217;s important to highlight that rough patches are a given. They test our resilience and are also the secret sauce that moves our work forward.<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The picture she sent was not meant as a selfie submission, but rather to share the beautiful hat her granddaughter had made for her for Mother&#8217;s Day. She looked so tickled and proud that I asked if it would be okay to use the image for this project and she graciously said yes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-7131\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog2.jpg?resize=464%2C600&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"Dianne 2\" width=\"464\" height=\"600\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog2.jpg?resize=791%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 791w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog2.jpg?resize=232%2C300&amp;ssl=1 232w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog2.jpg?resize=768%2C994&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog2.jpg?resize=1187%2C1536&amp;ssl=1 1187w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog2.jpg?resize=1583%2C2048&amp;ssl=1 1583w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog2.jpg?resize=624%2C807&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog2.jpg?w=1623&amp;ssl=1 1623w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog2.jpg?w=1250&amp;ssl=1 1250w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 464px) 100vw, 464px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The result is I have felt doubly responsible to both Dianne and her granddaughter, so my shortcomings and inability to do them justice cuts deeply. Four unsuccessful iterations later, each new version cringe-worthy in its own way (I&#8217;m not even going to share the 3rd attempt with you), the process has left me feeling more than a bit beaten up.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-7132\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog4.jpg?resize=464%2C600&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"Dianne 4\" width=\"464\" height=\"600\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog4.jpg?resize=791%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 791w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog4.jpg?resize=232%2C300&amp;ssl=1 232w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog4.jpg?resize=768%2C994&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog4.jpg?resize=1187%2C1536&amp;ssl=1 1187w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog4.jpg?resize=1583%2C2048&amp;ssl=1 1583w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog4.jpg?resize=624%2C807&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog4.jpg?w=1623&amp;ssl=1 1623w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/DianneBlog4.jpg?w=1250&amp;ssl=1 1250w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 464px) 100vw, 464px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">To say I&#8217;ve been frustrated doesn&#8217;t come close. The next best (and only) step was to just shake it off and to start completely from scratch, this time using a bamboo reed pen and a bottle of ink. No expectations, just the joy of line and the buttery feel of the pen as it glides across the paper.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-7144\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/RedInkBlog.jpg?resize=464%2C600&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"Red Ink\" width=\"464\" height=\"600\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/RedInkBlog.jpg?resize=791%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 791w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/RedInkBlog.jpg?resize=232%2C300&amp;ssl=1 232w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/RedInkBlog.jpg?resize=768%2C994&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/RedInkBlog.jpg?resize=1187%2C1536&amp;ssl=1 1187w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/RedInkBlog.jpg?resize=1583%2C2048&amp;ssl=1 1583w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/RedInkBlog.jpg?resize=624%2C807&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/RedInkBlog.jpg?w=1623&amp;ssl=1 1623w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/RedInkBlog.jpg?w=1250&amp;ssl=1 1250w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 464px) 100vw, 464px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">This latest may not be successful in a formal way, but it&#8217;s not a total loss because I can <em>finally<\/em> see the slightest glimmer of my friend Dianne as I know her peeking through. Even more importantly, I am going to celebrate the fact that this little drawing represents a fight survived. Not one that was won, or even one that was escaped without a few mental scrapes and bruises. Rather, it marks a battle that honors persistence and stands as a reminder that the real reward is in the process, not the result. That realization in itself is more than enough for today.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>Note:<\/em> Austin Kleon&#8217;s latest book <strong><a href=\"https:\/\/austinkleon.com\/keepgoing\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Keep Going: 10 Ways to Stay Creative in Good Times and Bad<\/a><\/strong> is a welcome shot of inspiration for navigating minor rough patches like the one outlined above, or for finding ways to keep your creativity intact through bigger challenges, such as the uncharted territory of a pandemic.<\/p>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #008080;\">\u2756<\/span><\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">On the flip side, there was also a bit of a win last week.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m quite happy with this new little house &#8211; an offshoot inspired by the Shelter in Place project. It&#8217;s an expression of the dichotomy of feeling both hemmed in and safe at home &#8211; one I know \u00a0we&#8217;re all experiencing these days.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_7137\" style=\"width: 423px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-7137\" class=\"wp-image-7137\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/CocoonBlog.jpg?resize=413%2C600&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"Cocoon\" width=\"413\" height=\"600\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/CocoonBlog.jpg?resize=705%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 705w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/CocoonBlog.jpg?resize=207%2C300&amp;ssl=1 207w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/CocoonBlog.jpg?resize=768%2C1115&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/CocoonBlog.jpg?resize=1058%2C1536&amp;ssl=1 1058w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/CocoonBlog.jpg?resize=1410%2C2048&amp;ssl=1 1410w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/CocoonBlog.jpg?resize=624%2C906&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/CocoonBlog.jpg?w=1446&amp;ssl=1 1446w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/CocoonBlog.jpg?w=1250&amp;ssl=1 1250w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 413px) 100vw, 413px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-7137\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong>Cocooned<\/strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a92020 Elizabeth Fram, 20 x 11 x 14 inches, Wrapped-resist dye on silk with foraged branches<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ai, yai, yai! 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