How many lives have you lived? This morning, while hiking with my daughter and my Moni bear, I was thinking about how many lives we each live. I was thinking about the lives I have lived and the lives I hope to live. I was thinking about the lives my daughter has lived and all the lives I hope she has to come. Each life made up of segments of a whole life. Some more fun than others, some tough to get through, and some just plain weird. When I was 16, it was such a different life than when I was 20 and living in my first apartment, or when I was 25 and pregnant, or when I was 30 and traveling around the world to teach art workshops. It was different than 35, when I was living in an old country house in a small town, or when I was 40 and living in Pittsburgh, driving all through the city as confident as I have ever been, to now, living back in the country, during a pandemic, my whole family home, the days blending into one another. I hope that it won’t be long until my children can both look back and think about this part of their lives as not being so bad. It’s hard to believe that we will be on the other side of all of this anytime soon, but I sure hope so.
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I started editing a video of my daughter roller skating this weekend and thought I would give adobe animate a try. holy crap, it’s not easy. at all. After a few tutorials and failures to understand what the heck I was doing, I gave up and went back to photoshop and final cut, my normal methods of creating video content. It’s taking me forever because I am editing frame by frame, so far I have 4 seconds of video completed. I do love making videos and the whole art of it. I especially love this video and this video!!! wow. I cannot even wrap my brain around how a lot of it was done, but I know it took hours and hours. I have a whole new appreciation for animation after my little blip with trying out an animation software.
