Showing posts with label stepping stones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stepping stones. Show all posts

Monday, November 18, 2013




A recent milestone birthday brought on an unexpected wave of reflection, introspection and an onslaught of thought bubbles with long, winding trains. Words and ink and blank pages are good for this type of thing. I need to stop reconfiguring and let thoughts be as they are as they are as they are.

The milestone is an interesting concept. What makes it more pronounced than the other years, anyway? Perhaps it's like a emboldened chapter title in a fancy little font so that you remember where you are in relation to the grand scheme of pages before and after.

A pause might be appropriate for relocating parts of moments and conversations, to piece them together to see them more clearly so that they don't go missing before I've learned what I need to learn from them.

Ten years is a long time to remember, friends, let alone a lifetime. So, I'll only try to remember the last ten years for now. I don't want a life of blurred memories if I can help it. So, I'll try to hold on to even the dark ones because they mean something, too. Maybe even more sometimes.

In the last ten years, I have learned...


...how to be okay

...that people have different definitions of the role of "friend," and maybe that's part of the beauty of finding what you'd call a "true" one

...that wearing polka dots has a high probability of elevating your overall countenance

...how to kiss

...that small successes are oftentimes more important than the ones everyone else tells you are most important

...where to go for the best chai tea latte in the whole wide world

...that a beloved childhood long-lost cousin was alive and well all these years, and that he is a kindred spirit for writing the most wonderful letters

...that I'm not stupid

...that going from no bangs to with bangs can change your life, and I should never ever ever-ever-ever go back

...that I can identify myself as an artist, and it can be true

...that making new friends who haven't known me since forever can be liberating because they won't naturally pigeon-hole you the same way

...that I can love far more deeply than I can hate, and it feels like a relief to know

...how much intentional thoughtfulness it takes to create a wedding day that is about community instead of individuals, and how many traditional rules need to be broken for authenticity's sake

...that I overuse the words "true," "quite," "lovely," and "wonder," and probably have too many commas in most of my sentence-strings

...how many of the beliefs I held growing up have been altered to something hopefully more loving, less judgmental, and therefore, more accurate if I really get the whole point of it at all

and,

 ...that every day is actually worth paying attention to (especially when it's cold out)



iphone | francine narnia - Île Saint-Louis 
© kimberly k. taylor-pestell, all rights reserved

Tuesday, October 29, 2013




Last night, I fell asleep to comforting rainfall. Strings of raindrops traveling in lines down window panes and making a gentle barrier between.

I woke at 5:15 a.m. and could not find sleep again and it has made for a lovely morning. With crisp, cold air beckoning me to meet autumn outside for some quality time, I bid my little Nadia-cat goodbye and went for a drive.

Sometimes, I forget how quiet and still early morning can be. You see people out on the streets who you never see because they're already gone by the time you venture out for the day. An entirely different set of people who rise early, make the first footprints in the dewy grass, and witness the start to the days we share together, apart.

Perhaps I would like making friends with the morning.


impossible film | quiet (versailles, france)
© kimberly k. taylor-pestell, all rights reserved

Monday, September 2, 2013




and the wonder of it all
comes flooding back
even though it never really left

impossible film, px600 uv+ silvershade | a once forever
photograph by michael finster of blue kite photo


Sunday, July 14, 2013









iPhone, PuddingCam | watercoloring
 © kimberly k. taylor-pestell, all rights reserved


Tuesday, November 27, 2012










photography by Michael Finster (Blue Kite Photo)



Tuesday, April 3, 2012

bookbinding








Back in January, my mother heard about a special bookbinding workshop being held at the Huntington Gardens and Library for its members.  Two small classes of eight students each were held and my mother and I were lucky enough to get two spots.

Learning the art of bookbinding has long been a dream of mine.  Someday, when I start my paperworks business, I aim to make my own journals featuring my ink and watercolor designs on the covers.  This delightful class, taught by lovely Asa Yoshie who moved to California from Japan in 2001 and speaks with a familiar, gentle Japanese accent.  She received her BA in Art with an emphasis in Book Art from UC Santa Barbara and her MFA in Book Arts and Printmaking from the University of the Arts in Pennslyvania.  She is an expert in papermaking, letterpress printing, book binding, collage, intricate box folding, poetry, and short story writing.  She is now a Conversvation Technician at the Huntington Library where she works to repair fragile books.


A patient and knowledgable teacher, Asa guided us through making four books in three hours, implementing paper folding and sewing bookbinding techniques.  The first workshop went by all too quickly and my mother and I were anxious to further our learning.

Fortunately for us, Asa had plans to hold an all-day advanced workshop this March, in which she would teach her students to make an accordian-style book complete with a bookcloth casing.  Brittany came along with us and we each left with a beautiful handmade book.
The Huntington Library Book Conversation Lab
And here is Asa and my finished book (with newsprint inserted to aid in drying).

My mother, sister, and I are now interested in increasing our knowledge of bookbinding and introducing ourselves to box folding, papermaking, and letterpress.  We are hoping the Huntington will continue to utelize Asa's wonderful talents in providing wonderful art classes for their members.


canon powershot:  bookbinding class | © kimberly k taylor, all rights reserved