|Posted on August 3, 2015 at 6:30 PM||comments (0)|
Is this small blank box going to be enough space to encompass why I want to be a Suicide Girl? I hope so. I have always admired the exotic beautiful women of Suicide Girls from afar. And my time has come to try to join this elite, gorgeous wonderful world. I have cultivated a look comparable to your beautiful women. I have the accouterments of what we both define as beauty. The tattoos, the piercings, the unwavering dedication to be my authentic self inside and out. . I am actively turning my body into a work of art that I would like to share with the world.
I have come to a point in my life that I adore and cherish myself inside and out. I have an obnoxious amount of body confidence even though I don't have a super model body. In my opinion, I love my body way more than 90% the thin women I see all around me. I am proud of my gorgeous face and body. I love all of my curves and am proud of my thick hips and ass, my best assets! (See what I did there :)) I am a champion of many causes, especially women and helping their confidence bloom through my example.
I love the amazing person I am inside. I have a personality that people are drawn to. I wholeheartedly believe that my spirit animal is a mixture of a puppy and a cobra! I am kind, dreamy, overly honest, goofy, funny, compassionate, playful, spiritual, sweet and ruthlessly trying to kill my Ego and reach self actualization.
I am also ruthlessly passionate, dominate, vindictive, aggressive, cutting with words and comedy when necessary, laugh at and make inappropriate jokes way too often, bitchy, rude and downright mean! one of my heroes is the Hindu goddess Kali. Most of these traits are drawn out of me, not volunteered. But they are a real part of me.
I am a creative savant, which sounds prideful and conceited, but it is accurate. I think art is one of the most direct ways to heal myself and others. I am an artist with a list as long as your arm of things that I do well and am actively pursuing. Sculpting with wire and found material, installation art, writing, costume and set design, body painting, projection work, mixed media collage, fetish modeling, performance art, murals, dancing, comedy, professional makeup artist, conceptual (often inflammatory) photography an videography, upcycling and redesigning vintage clothes, lighted pieces, creative and out of the box promotional stuff, event conceptualizing and decorating, kinetic mobiles, crafting and the list goes on..
It all boils down to the simple fact that the one thing I am good at is being myself. And I think becoming a Suicide Girl would be a perfect way to share and give back to the universe my love, passion, talents, rockin' bod and attitude with the world.
Note: The IG section is not cooperating, but it is instagram.com/emmasfatedproductions. The first three photos are from this afternoon, no forgiving filters, no make up and hair is authentic bed head lol. The rest are in chronological order
Thank you for your time and consideration,
Emma Jean Christensen
|Posted on June 11, 2015 at 3:05 PM||comments (0)|
Creative Littering in McCormick Park in Gig Harbor Wa
Xoxoxo- Emma Jean
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Video of my Creative Littering in McCormick Park in Gig Harbor Wa
Xoxox- Emma Jean
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|Posted on May 29, 2015 at 11:30 PM||comments (0)|
EFP Tips: Be a Weirdo
For tired eyes:
Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls of all ages. I come bearing a message. It is for every one, but especially the young and impressionable. If you are a young misfit, math wiz, outcast, weirdo, straight edge, nerd or a loser, this message is especially for you. Or if you're an adult and still feel like one of those, this is for you too.
But if you are content to follow the masses, this may not be your cup of tea. Though you are the ones, that need to hear it most. Let us all take a pause for those who have fallen victim to assimilation.
So I am a weird kid. I've always been a weirdo. And you know what, I love it. I know it sounds cliché to say 'just be yourself'. But let me tell you my spin on it.
The pressure we face to conform is absolutely insane. Any one who has done time, I mean um, attended Jr high knows that. You want to fit in and not be singled out as a weirdo. I get it. I remember. I was singled out. I was bullied. I was spit on, called names, I was judged by my appearance, or who I hung out with. I had rumors spread about me. I was punched in the back of the head in 7th grade, just because some one didn't like me. It can be awful. I wanted to fit in and go unnoticed. So I did. I'd like to say I have always been the kick ass, true to myself kind of person I am now. But that would be a lie.
Luckily in high school I had an easier time of things. I was a straight up choir nerd and had a huge group of people who accepted me as I was. I was lucky to have a great example of being 100% yourself. He is a childhood friend who was loved by every one for being exactly who he was. He would dance to Vanilla Ice's 'Ice Ice Baby' and KILLLED it every time! Watching him be unabashedly himself gave me courage to do the same. It takes courage to be out of the ordinary. Think of it like a muscle, the more you use your courage, the stronger it gets.
Ill tell you what, as an adult it does get better. It gets easier. Kind of. The pressure to conform as an adult is so much more subtle. They drill it in to your head that you have to be a certain kind of person. But as an adult I revel in the things that make me who I am, the good, bad and ugly. And you should too.
Just think about it for a second, are any of the people we call Heroes rolling over and assimilating to the status quo? Were people like Martin Luther King or Einstein known for being drones that did what other people told them to? No. Do we honor people with holidays or awards because they blended into society so well? No. They were weirdos. Ordinary people with extraordinary ideas who let their freak flag fly in spite of people telling them not to.
I want you to be a weirdo. Be off putting if need be. Strive for being an individual by your own standards, not some one else's. And don't be ashamed of it. The parts that we try to cover up are some of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. It is the things that make us strange that make us interesting. If we were all alike, the world would be an incredibly boring place. No progress would be made, no civil rights granted. Think about that for a second. If it wasn't for mouthy weirdo women, women wouldn't be able to vote or drive cars.
I am going to steal an idea from the book “Steal Like an Artist”, author Austin Kleon writes how people not only descend from a biological lineage, but an artistic one as well. If you follow in the footsteps of people who have inspired you, that makes you a descendent of that idea. As I sit here talking to you, I consider myself a descendent of those mouthy weirdo women that made shit happen. I want to make shit happen. I see things in this world that need changing, and I don’t want to sit idly by, so I blog and make videos.
If you are some one who sees the world differently, doesn't care what it thinks and does your own thing you come from a prestigious lineage of heroes. Other weirdos like me need your help. And if you are some one who is odd, or different, or an outcast have comfort in the knowledge that you are not alone. Work on flexing your courage muscle until you can let that freak flag fly.
The core message I want to take away from this is that the things that make you different, or alienate you from normal world are the things that make you an individual. And what you have to contribute to the world might just be the thing we all need. Don't deprive us of it for the sake of fitting in.
Xoxox- Emma Jean
|Posted on May 28, 2015 at 7:35 PM||comments (1)|
|Posted on May 28, 2015 at 6:10 PM||comments (0)|
I took a magical walk today.These things below all happened to me with in the first few minutes.
The first good thing I noticed was how good it felt to walk and move.
The second was that I was crabby, and glad I was going to walk and feel much better by the time I got home.
The third was this bright yellow light above me, soaking into my chest.
The 4th was a contented sigh.
The 5th, via the 4th was realizing I had walked into a cloud of perfume. A myriad of scents, all at once. Or perhaps I was too lost in my head to notice before. Bushes with white or pink flowers, fresh beauty bark, new cedar fence, jasmine, the ocean close at hand, cut grass. All of the things that make spring awesome
The 6th I checked a usual haunt of young deer, smile spreading.
The 7th was walking into the shade of huge, tall trees. Im walking into a cathedral. Realizing that I am insignificant in the best way possible.
The 8th, the grande finale. Walking into the damp shade, I took off my sunglasses and that delicious surprise I always hope for happened. Even though it happens to me regularly, I am always taken aback by it. I stop and let it have its moment, I don't want to steal its thunder. I am surrounded my every single shade of green you can imagine. They all hit me at once, each shade of green distinct in its own modest way. Ivy is a curling combination of sage and emerald. Moss a bright chartreuse. Leaves on trees being backlight by the sun are neon pear, if that makes any sense.
It was a good walk.
|Posted on May 25, 2015 at 8:25 PM||comments (0)|
I was thinking of my financial situation, I was thinking about “living with in your means”. If you are not familiar with this term it means you only spend what money you have, buy only what you can afford. Knowing where those boundaries and spending limitations are is important. If your not doing this, get it together.
Unless you have plenty of $100 dollar bills lying around, this means denying yourself certain things. I can't trade my car in for a brand new one, I can't have a latte every day, I can't get those pink swarovski rhinestone covered high heels. I can't literally make it rain money, nor have I been successful at growing it despite my trying. I can't change that. It sucks. And our capitalist society reenforces the idea that this sucks. If you wanna be a cool kid, you gotta have the car/clothes/phone to go with it, right?
What we don't learn from society about 'living with in your means' is to make peace with it. It is an important lesson to learn, I learned it through trial by fire. I have the crappy credit merit badge to prove it, I earned it by getting into debt and making stupid choices. Seriously, don't chase inanimate objects with your money.
But what I learned is that you have got to love what is. I can't trade my car in, but it still runs wonderfully and I am grateful for that. I can't have lattes every day, but I don't need an overpriced cup of milk with a hint of coffee. I can't buy those painful but exquisite heels, but I would NEVER wear them any way so whatever. I try to be content and happy with what I already have.
The paradox is that we have internalized the idea of living with in our means when it comes to matters of the heart, soul and mind..
We place limitations and boundaries on ourselves that we wholeheartedly believe. 'I cant go back to school, I am not smart enough.' Or just as detrimental, 'I have my masters in business management and need no further education', 'I hate reading books', 'I am too old to join the circus', 'I can't write a novel, I can't spell', 'I can't paint, I don't know how', 'I can't love again, my last relationship destroyed me.' And it goes endlessly on, what you think you can't do.
Here is the big secret, you are the only one who thinks that. You are the only one who believes that you can't break free of those limits you set on yourself. I know I don't know you, but you are dead wrong.
I encourage you to examine all of the ideas you have about what you think you can't do, and challenge them. Just because you think some thing is true, doesn't mean it is. One step further, I encourage you to disregard those silly notions. No, actually I hope you donkey kick those supposed limitations in the teeth. Donkey kick, right in the teeth..
I am ok with the fact that I will probably never be fabulously rich. That is ok, I can accept that. I can not change that today. If I have enough, I will be just fine. But what I can not accept is the idea of “living with in my means” emotionally, spiritually and intellectually... The parts of me and you that matter, heart/head/soul don't have to ''live with in our means''. We can change our means. I do have power over this, as opposed to the ever elusive dollar. And so do you.
For example, I have been trying to educate myself on whats going on in the world, even though a lot of it infuriates me. But its taught me that being mad or passionate about some thing feels better than apathy. I've learned that being passionate makes me feel powerful, and not so insignificant in this world. It makes me crave more knowledge, so I do my best to shove more things in my brain. That feeds my creativity! It's a vicious, awesome, exciting cycle.
More importantly to me, I have allowed myself to step out of the boundaries I set on my own creativity.. I have decided that I don't have to live with in the small box of things I think I can do and can't do. I absolutely believe that I can expand my talents. I do not have to 'live within those means'. I can write a blog and make YouTube videos about creativity because I challenged myself on what I think I am capable of. I am also entertaining the ideas of writing full time, photography, installation art, making a documentary and writing tv shows despite the fact I have never done any of those things and know only a little about them.
The core message that I want you to take away from this is to challenge all of your preconceptions about life and creativity, but most importantly what you think you are capable of. And if it helps, you have some one in your corner that knows you can.
Thank you for reading,
|Posted on May 25, 2015 at 7:30 PM||comments (0)|