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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whos Your Daddy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vison boards" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marlon Abrahams" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self belief" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV show" /><title>Vision Boards - An Update</title><content type="html">So for those of you who are still in doubt about whether vision boards work let me give you an update. &lt;br /&gt;My best friend Marlon, who shares my beliefs that all things are possible, has had a vision for a long time that we both knew if he achieved it, it would be true and final proof that this stuff works. Marlon has wanted his own TV show for quite a while, and this weekend he made his debut with the very first episode of Who's Your Daddy on channel 319. It is the first parenting show hosted by a guy and promises some very interesting topics on parenting from the male point of view. You can watch the live broadcast on saturdays at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It has been tough going at times for him, I know first hand how much he struggled through so many roadblocks and tough times on his journey to his greatest desire. We mentor and encourage each other in all that we both want to achieve, sharing updates and giving each other a positive boost on our regular 5k walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this all he never gave up on his dream, even though it took somewhat longer than he thought it would he kept his self belief and faith that the day would come.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that having at least one person who believes in you and is rooting for you makes it easier to keep the dream alive and I am so deeply chuffed that I got to be that person for him. Lucky for me he performs the same role on my behalf - I have many desires and dreams that I want to achieve and I have no doubt I will make them reality.&lt;br /&gt;We both revisit our vision boards and vision books daily - it keeps us focused and reinforces our goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my advice to you if you have a dream is this:&lt;br /&gt;1. Never let others negativity influence you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep a vision board or vision book and make use of it daily.&lt;br /&gt;3. Know that there will be obstacles and roadblocks on the way ( Marlon's were particularly tough ones )  and believe that they are there to test you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Never give up on your dream - ever.&lt;br /&gt;5. Two useful phrases that if repeated every day can help you believe all things are possible :&lt;br /&gt;   a) Everything is possible for those who have faith (direct quote from the bible by the way)&lt;br /&gt;   b)Expect a miracle - it can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Marlon - here is my very public congratulations on what you have achieved so far, we both know this is only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;May everything you wish for come true, your abilities and self belief are simply astounding and I can't wait to see what you achieve next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-1646482776420347547?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I say brisk, because the poor guy had to really motor to keep up with the dogs, which were doing their best to drag him along at the pace of their choosing. He didn’t look like he was enjoying the walk slash jog very much and to me the dogs seemed a little frustrated. I say this because if one of them did decide to slow down and sniff the roses, metaphorically speaking, the owner would pull it back into line and keep on walking. &lt;br /&gt;Here’s my take on this: the dogs were trying to get to the next interesting point as quickly as possible in order to give it a good sniff before having to get back into line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all brings to mind a wonderful book I discovered years ago about dogs and their nature called “Living With an Alien” by Pam Whyte.&lt;br /&gt;From this book I learned that the most important aspect of his daily walk from the doggies’ point of view was getting to smell the neighbourhood, all those important stops where other dogs have been and made their mark. She called it “Reading the news”.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it – a dog’s greatest sense is in his nose – since we are so visual by nature we forget that dogs receive a lot of information via smell.&lt;br /&gt;So when we go for a walk, we tend to drag Rufus along, we especially like it if he keeps up with us and find it annoying every time he has to stop and sniff and do his business.&lt;br /&gt;So poor Rufus comes home from his walk feeling a bit frustrated cos he missed out on all the news.&lt;br /&gt;She says in her book that dogs don’t need long extended walks and certainly not at a jogging pace. The fitter the dog the more antsy he will get being stuck at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;A long extended walk is fine if you can fit it in, but all he needs is a good five or ten minutes round the neighbourhood, with plenty of opportunity to stop and smell the flowers, or the lamppost, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Short daily walks give him something to think about afterwards, when he can digest “news” of his territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a dog or two, then this book will tell you so many things about your four footed friend that you will never see a dog the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;Pam is South Africa’s answer to The Dog Whisperer, you can check out her website here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naturaldogtraining.info/index.html"&gt;http://www.naturaldogtraining.info/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love your dog, or if you have problem issues with your dog, then this book is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some interesting facts from the book:&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that when your dog sits on your feet, he isn’t being cuddly, he is dominating you? &lt;br /&gt;That dogs actually want you to be the pack leader, but if you don’t take up the position then Fido will? &lt;br /&gt;That as pack leader, you should always eat before Fido does, so make sure he sees you scoff something before you put down that bowl of Eukanuba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-484913263923715455?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This isn’t music, it’s #$%^%^&amp; “ and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there am I, the day after the Rammstein concert, still on a buzz from such an awesome show, just itching to whip out a Rammstein cd and play it, so being the good parent that I am I ask Claire if she wants to hear Rammstein? Oh yes, indeed she does, So I scratch around my cd case for such but just can’t find it so I ask her if she would like a bit of Linkin Park instead, waving their Meteora cd under her nose? No problem, she wants that too, so in the cd player it goes. Turns out she loves them, indeed I must play it louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So louder it goes, with Claire nodding to the beat. I nip outside to hang some washing, when out marches Leo, blasting me about how I am corrupting our darling girl, next thing she will be wearing black with a piercing through her nose heaven forbid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my baby grows up to be a goth princess I don’t think it will phase me all that much but Leo is beside himself with worries and goes on and on about how crap my taste in music is etc, etc, so eventually I join him on the lose it road (we are both pretty volatile emotionally ) and take my Meteora cd and break it in two with a take that and shove it somewhere attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he felt a bit bad later and offered to buy me another Linkin Park cd so  I offered forgiveness if he bought  me a Rammstein cd, since I couldn’t  find the one I had.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed – for Valentines day I got Rammstein’s Mutter (he was given careful instructions) – sigh – he is so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from school with Claire the next day I ask her if she wants to hear Rammstein and of course she does. So on it goes, Mein Hertz Brennt only reaches a few bars before the small voice at the back pipes – “Louder Mummy Louder” and “I love Rammstyles Mummy.”&lt;br /&gt;Now, she knows very well how Daddy feels about Rammstein and I am certain there is an element of – “I like it cos Mummy does” but an even bigger element of “I like it cos it makes Daddy mad!”&lt;br /&gt;All in all though, I would like to say that it is because at the tender age of three she recognizes great talent when she hears it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her current favourite tracks are Mein Hertz Brennt, Ich Will and Links!&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think why “Baa Baa BLACK sheep” is her favourite nursery rhyme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I am wondering is if I can find a way to encourage these small goth beginnings, notwithstanding trying to find black items of apparel for a three year old could be trying, at least this will be a relief from the incessant pink she insists on currently wearing and at best it will annoy Daddy, and what’s life without it’s small pleasures eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-1113350209734797682?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You either were wearing a black T shirt with Rammstein on it, a black T shirt with Metallica on it, or a black T shirt with a skull and crossbones on it.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to push it a little bit further you could go as the guy dressed in a long sweeping black dress, with his goatee and boots he was Jesus meets Jedi Knight gone to the dark side. If you had a beard you had to make sure the beard was plaited, a tattoo or two also would not go amiss. A girlie wasn’t completely dressed without her clump clump lace-up boots and black corset, my personal favourite was the chick with three pony tails dressed in a  medieval meets motorcycle chic ensemble. The icing on the cake was the guy in a full on gimp mask, which for those who don’t know is a bit of leather for your head – think Man with The Iron Mask but with leather instead of iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the evening started out as highly entertaining, I could almost have hung around the beer tent all night, people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I felt a little on the understated side, with my simple black - hides all sins - black top (at least it was black) and my olive green preggie pants – not my ideal choice but my IBS tummy was playing up and I needed expansion room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all those U2 fans out there will probably disagree, but my friend Charlie who came with me to the concert admitted he was extremely tempted to swop his U2 tickets for a front row position at a repeat of Friday’s event. Though it is just as well, cos the folks next to the stage are no doubt missing their arm hair and eyebrows right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening with a signature hit which goes “RAMM” …… “STEIN” (yes – he does sing nearly all the songs in capital letters) along with the lead singer’s deep and powerful German voice, the deep bass of the guitar sound and drums ensured you did not simple see and hear Rammstein, you felt them!&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn’t enough, then the 15 meter high flames on stage along with the fireworks were sure to thrill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I describe a Rammstein song – hmmm – well the sound is heavy industrial rock with a hint of opera, the theme and feel of it is about power mostly, but with a sexual energy that seems to hint at the darker ways of getting your groove on – just makes me wanna do it with somebody – it feels like raw sexual power – yeah!&lt;br /&gt;(Ahem – sorry Pa if you are reading this). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the show I was a bit concerned I might get bored through the songs I didn’t know – I love Rammstein but I am not a hard core fan – or should I say – I wasn’t, but now I am – but in fact there was not a single moment I did not thrill from the tips of my toes to the split ends on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which part shall I say was the highlight – hmm – was it the time the lead singer set a pot on wheels reminiscent of early 1900s industrial machine alight with his dragon breath, complete with man inside? All staged of course but still spectacular. Or was it the time he breathed a two meter long flame at one of the band members, setting him alight?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it when 17000 men and women in black roared “DU!” DU HAST!” “DU HAST MICH!” during Du Hast?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it in fact the time the key board player took to an inflatable boat, sailing on a sea of human hands? Or the fireworks set to fly right over the audience, expiring just in the nick of time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually it was the way they made us wait right to the end, to even after they went off stage and came back on to do three more songs, before they wowed us with Ich Will, undoubtedly their greatest hit ever – I just knew they would not dare leave it out and the satisfaction of getting it right at the end was like delayed orgasm sex – soooo satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;(Ahem – sorry Ma).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was so fantastic that even Charlie’s brother, dragged along to fill a spare ticket and who is more of a mainstream music kind of guy, bought a Rammstein T shirt afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, got my new Rammstein T shirt on, thinking “Ich Will … mehr Rammstein bitte!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-4386247742681428868?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was quite traumatized by the event in fact.&lt;br /&gt;I toasted a rat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I discovered a couple of weeks ago that we were hosting some unwanted guests in the form of rats. It started with one large one which had figured out how to use the dog flap and was making him or herself rather warm and cosy under our kitchen cupboards, but soon it invited all its family and friends. The cheeky buggers were quite happily flaunting themselves all over the kitchen, every time I walked in I would spot one disappear. We had to make sure no food was left lying around and pondered what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an animal lover, I do things like rescue ants out of the bath and sink before I use them. Ask me about the mouse episode a few years back when I devised a special trap to catch it unharmed, which eventually worked and allowed me to drive it to a nearby veldt and let it go. A bit weird but then again eccentricity is my middle name! Weigh all this against how bad it is to have possibly disease infested rats wandering around and you can see my dilemma. &lt;br /&gt;Having a child does change one’s priorities rather dramatically however, so in the case of Rats vs. Steffanos – the rats lost. Now we just had to find the best way to proceed with extermination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toasting them one by one wasn’t really the way to go, but one afternoon I popped some bread in the toaster, as you do, and it wasn’t long before I heard awful squealing coming from the toaster’s vicinity. I cautiously looked inside and saw a small rat struggling to get out, but it was stuck and was being burned alive! Oh boy! I switched the toaster off and tried to figure out a way to get the rat out, silly really because it was probably not going to be in a good way, but luckily for me it died before I could make a plan.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the trauma! The revulsion – put me off my toast – off food in fact. &lt;br /&gt;There was no option but to throw the entire toaster, toast and rat included, into the dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what felt worse - the thought that I had tortured a poor little creature to death or that there was a disgusting rat inside my toaster - where I make toast - that I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now we have a shiny new toaster, which actually makes better, more evenly toasted toast than the old one. I now check it first before I put any bread in and clean it out diligently after use. As for the rat problem – well we bought something called a Rat Zapper on Friday, which electrocutes them into oblivion – no mess, no fuss. &lt;br /&gt;Zapped five of ‘em last night – works like a charm!&lt;br /&gt;Including my toasted friend that is a grand total of six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward to having my kitchen back – as for my guilt for murdering small creatures – well I try not to think about it and leave the technicalities to my husband Leo, who delightfully announced each kill as it happened last night. Must be a guy thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-1321813805386586813?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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These emotions are of the highest vibrational frequency, and through the Law of Attraction they will attract even more to be thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to be grateful for even the difficult and challenging situations that arise in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often through these situations, that we experience the most profound spiritual and emotional growth. You can learn to view each apparent obstacle as an opportunity to develop a new quality, strength, skill, insight or wisdom and be grateful for the lessons. Each challenge is an opportunity for growth and expansion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise to these occasions, and appreciate all that you are learning in the process. Keeping your attitude positive and appreciative through these times will not only help to avoid attracting more of these difficult situations into your life - it will also create a field of positive energy that will attract more of what you do want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of all the attitudes we can acquire, surely &lt;br /&gt;the attitude of gratitude is the most important,&lt;br /&gt; and by far the most life-changing."&lt;br /&gt;- Zig Ziglar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Token of Gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try carrying a small token, stone, crystal, or some other meaningful object with you each day in your pocket. Throughout the day, each time you reach into your pocket for your money or keys it will serve as a tangible reminder to stop and think of something you have to be grateful for. This is a great way to increase your awareness of all that you have to be appreciative of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment to breathe, and really feel the emotion of gratitude. This simple mindfulness technique helps to raise your vibrational frequency and keep you in a state of constant gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Gratitude Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start keeping a daily Gratitude and Acknowledgement journal. This is a necessary and valuable tool in the development of your growth and awareness. This book is not intended to be a long, drawn out “diary” sort of thing, just a short, simple list of things you are grateful for on that particular day. This is a place to honor and appreciate the good in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each evening, before going to bed, take a few minutes to review your day. Think about the day’s events. Become aware of how many good things actually happened on that day, and remember to appreciate even the challenges that you encountered. Select the five things, or people, or events that you are most grateful for. There is no right or wrong here, just whatever, or whoever you are sincerely grateful for on that particular day. It may be the warm sun on your face, a cool breeze, a kind word, a friend, or just feeling good about what you got accomplished that day. It may be the way you handled a particular situation that would have thrown you into a tailspin in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you are grateful for. As you write them in your journal, feel the gratitude and appreciation. Give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment to acknowledge the changes that are occurring for you personally. Write them down. Acknowledge just how well the Law of Attraction is working in your life. Write down any specific event where the Law of Attraction was at work- the parking space you envisioned, the meeting you wanted to schedule, the bonus check you received, the grade you wanted, the person who said yes when you asked them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles can and do occur on a daily basis. They are happening all around you. Honor them, and notice them. Through acknowledgement, you will become more and more aware of the amazing synchronicity that is already at work in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the time you spend in contemplation and writing in your Gratitude and Acknowledgement journal a sacred part of your daily routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your continued expressions of joy and gratitude will draw even greater joy, love and abundance into your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will begin to notice a change in your perception of each day‘s events. You will become more aware of the positive things that happen all around you every single day. Your focus will shift, your energy will shift, and you will begin to appreciate how blessed you already are. And … the Law of Attraction will respond to the higher vibration you are creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the journey. &lt;br /&gt;Live each day in joy and gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Canfield, America's #1 Success Coach, is founder of the billion-dollar book brand Chicken Soup for the Soul© and a leading authority on Peak Performance and Life Success. If you're ready to jump-start your life, make more money, and have more fun and joy in all that you do, get your FREE success tips from Jack Canfield now at: www.FreeSuccessStrategies.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - About the still life painting:&lt;br /&gt;This is one I did with the helping hand of Penny Siopis - one of my painting teachers. Some of the work has brushwork in her own hand - to demo to me some technique or other at the time. She was one of my painting idols and listed as one of the top ten living SA artists. (You should look up her Still Life with Watermelon painting - used to hang in the JHB art museum - not sure if it is still there. I still think it is an awesome work of art.) I am very grateful to have had her as a teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-1784396039078535014?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think trying to run dual careers isn’t helping, I work for a UK firm and get paid in pounds, which as most of you know means the strength of the rand has impacted my income quite a bit, to the point where I can barely take any time off to paint.&lt;br /&gt;So if you are wondering why I haven’t posted any art for a while, now you know why.&lt;br /&gt;I have three paintings on the go, but they are a bit away from being ready to show the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress. Back to the tango. I haven’t been to a milonga since that wonderful evening in honour of Fabian Salas last month hosted by Bert and Brigitte of Tango Tensity. Last night was the first night in ages where I felt awake and alive and able to commit to an actual night out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best parts for me – besides the dancing of course, is the wonderful welcome I receive every time I show up – I feel people I know are pleased to see me – the first person I met on my way in was Natasha who couldn’t wait to share the news that Ralph (Our local guru tango teacher who has been out of action due to an accident for some years and whom I had never met) was there and that she would love to introduce me – thanks Tash – I had a very lovely couple of dances with him thanks to you and can see why he is so popular. He complimented me on my dancing which made me feel really really good!&lt;br /&gt;I had such a good time and got asked a lot – which does not always happen – maybe I was giving off good vibes or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that Erik was leading some great voleos last night – thanks to some lessons with Fabian – I will share a secret and tell you that voleos are my favourite move – I just love that swishy feeling in time with the music – it reminds me of a bandoneon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danie gave it his all with some fab moves and Vladi is so smooth to dance with – lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles is getting better all the time – we even did a fun salsa together – didn’t even know he was a salsa man though having Sonia the Salsa queen of JHB as his tango teacher might have something to do with it!&lt;br /&gt;I even managed to score some dances with Ryan – awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed Gail was showing off some really good footwork last night – well done Gail – now I must work on mine – I think my following is good but my tango technique could do with a polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am holding thumbs I can sleep nicely on Saturday night so I can make it to the Sunday milonga at Monte Casino – had to skip last night though – sorry Ryan and Emma, but being a wife and mother means I can’t go out every night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-7521354306911379812?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It turned out to be all feathers and scrawn and not worth the time and effort – it all sounded pretty yuck and all I can say is I am glad it wasn’t me. It made for a great story though and he had us in tears from laughing, although this story was told many years ago and my memory is fuzzy now whether it was Andrew or Patrick doing the telling – possibly both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick liked to fish and he loved living at the coast, he was also a pretty good photographer and showed me some fabulous photos he took of the sea – he had a real artist’s eye. He was also an avid Sharks supporter and I now have a Sharks baseball cap to remember him by – thanks Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/TLwBt4R5fsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6fh4c-pBLHk/s1600/patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/TLwBt4R5fsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6fh4c-pBLHk/s400/patrick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529296330217324226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly and suddenly he is gone, I know the people who love him will miss him greatly.&lt;br /&gt;I have his photo on my desk at the moment and my thoughts stray often towards him, a reminder that life can be all too short and all we can do is make the best of what time we have.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick, this post is dedicated to you to share with the world what a special person you were, your memory will live on here, as well as in the hearts of those who love and miss you most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-6806058573826771584?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My two grey tree paintings have been hanging in our lounge and he has fallen for them big time and offered to buy them from me.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if selling to one’s spouse counts as a real sale, but you get your sales where you can I guess!&lt;br /&gt;I get to see them every day too so it’s a win win!&lt;br /&gt;To be fair I gave him a special husband discount – and he is going to buy a whole bunch of art supplies for me.&lt;br /&gt;One of my goals in my vision book was to sell two paintings this year so I guess that’s ticked then!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve reached just about all the goals for this year so far – the rest are a bit longer term.&lt;br /&gt;There are two left for this year – One to dance in high heels again and the other is to reach 58 kgs (Only one kilo to go!!!)&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to the tummy bug this goal has been given a little push - thanks Universe!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-6814648549556270466?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I even forewent my daily run today.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am subconsciously trying to fulfil Dawie’s prophesy, or maybe it’s because I have an exhibition coming up on Sunday and I want to have something to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;So I am seven hours billing time poorer – but I have one finished painting and another two almost done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/TKNFmnGBHFI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1ki0BH1A-ms/s1600/AbstractMindEmerging2Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/TKNFmnGBHFI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1ki0BH1A-ms/s320/AbstractMindEmerging2Small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522334097717926994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running out of canvases – Aisch!&lt;br /&gt;The stack of rejects is piling up – I am running out of places to put them all – but luckily I can go over old stuff and make it into something new.&lt;br /&gt;The Mind Emerging Mark 2 was a rejected experiment before I painted it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strelitzia painting is a follow up of my earlier strelitzia painting – this one I finished last week but am only posting it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm –maybe I shall take a photo of my studio – the creative frenzy has left it in quite a mess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-966670633670234683?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have read The Secret, The Success Principles and various other books on how to achieve what you want.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that this stuff works – it really does.&lt;br /&gt;I have hankered for my very own art studio for many years - it was always my biggest excuse for not painting. Well, I eventually got one set up last year and at the start of this year I decided to take my art seriously and began painting for the first time in many years.&lt;br /&gt;Around the same time I started my vision book – it’s an A4 hardcover book which I carefully covered in gold paper and plastic wrap (It’s gotta be special).&lt;br /&gt;I found pictures of the things I wanted and put one on each page, plus I write in the book daily – with goals and affirmations.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things in my book:&lt;br /&gt;A picture of a painting by a South African artist I admired and which I wanted to buy – this one took three months – it’s now hanging in my lounge.&lt;br /&gt;A screenshot of my bank account with lots of money in it – still working on this one!&lt;br /&gt;A picture of three different professional cameras – I was wanting a really good camera so I could take better source photos for my art – this goal took six months – my dad gave me his rather decent Pentax plus all the lenses out of the blue last month. NB – he knew nothing about this goal.&lt;br /&gt;Two pictures of beautiful tango shoes – one pair has a high heel – since my foot op last November I have not been able to wear heels much – but my foot is getting better all the time and I know it is only a matter of time – I am aiming for three to four months from now.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down that I wanted an exhibition by February 2011 – achieved this goal a couple of weeks ago – so it actually only took seven months.&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends is also my tango teacher and he is a great believer in my art. It so happened that suddenly the dance studio closed down unexpectedly and he had nowhere to teach (he works freelance). So he found a way to get the studio going again by taking over the premises, getting other teachers to join him putting in a new floor etc. He then suggested I exhibit my artwork in the studio – it has loads of wall space – so of course I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;So now my work is looking good in there and everyone who comes to the dance studio gets to see it. He gets the bonus of filling up his empty walls and also a commission if any of them sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few other things in my book too – one is to be a really good artist (I consider myself to be a work in progress) and the other is to sell two paintings by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I could say that I am astounded at how well my vision book is working – except that I believe in it so wholeheartedly that I am really not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;So my suggestion to you is to start up a vision book of your own – it not only does not cost much, but it is an incredible motivator that can keep you going – it helps get through any bad patches – (like painter’s block)  and reminds you constantly of what you are wanting to achieve. 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Some Thoughts on Mass Produced Abstract Paintings</title><content type="html">So there I am having breakfast one Saturday morning with Leo and Claire, when I spied some abstract paintings displayed all around the walls of a nearby furniture shop. While waiting for the breakfast to arrive I took my two year old with me for a closer look, and noticed they looked original – actual paint on canvas and not only that but that they looked good too – the elements of design were superb.&lt;br /&gt;I was interested because recently I decided to have a go at creating abstract art. It’s not as easy as you think – design elements play an important role if you want it to look good,  it’s not about just randomly splashing colour onto canvas - even if your name is Jackson Pollock !&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t long (about 30 seconds) before a salesman approached me – no doubt hoping to sell me one and we ended up having a long discussion about art – having studied art himself he had some knowledge on the subject. He told me that the paintings were mass produced overseas –that they somehow print the design but then go over it with real paint in some way to make it look like an original.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I could not tell the difference but this explained why the prices were so low.&lt;br /&gt;It was clear to me that an artist or artists with real talent did the original design but sadly no credit as to who that might be was given on the paintings – I guess since they were not originals anyway. To the shop’s credit – they don’t try to make out that these paintings are originals and it seems they sell like hotcakes – my friendly salesman told me they sell approximately thirty a month.&lt;br /&gt;Yes they are good, yes they are inexpensive and yes they will look damn good on your lounge wall. &lt;br /&gt;Would I buy one?&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;If it was original at that price? Maybe. In fact, I would happily pay more if I knew it was an original and if I had the money of course.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s why – part of the mystique of owning art is the uniqueness and originality – it is more than having something that looks good on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing these are mass produced left me disappointed – maybe because I am an artist.&lt;br /&gt;Yet – I happily buy a mass produced lounge suite and are these paintings not the same thing – décor for your home?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all comes down to your reasons for buying art – some people want something to fill up their wall space and make their home look good and there is nothing wrong with that. &lt;br /&gt;So now I have to ask – is the abstract art I am trying to produce just décor or is it more than that? Is there in fact anything less artistic or wrong in making wall decoration?&lt;br /&gt;Should I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/TJir_ZgxoyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XCsNZ1IUyXg/s1600/TwoAbstracts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/TJir_ZgxoyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XCsNZ1IUyXg/s320/TwoAbstracts.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519350449011008290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is great freedom with abstract art – you can play with it and experiment a lot – it is a wonderful way to get creativity flowing and sometimes you may just come up with something that is truly beautiful to look at.&lt;br /&gt;We artists will aim to give it more meaning with esoteric names like “Interlude” or “Emergence” – but is this not just our way of making it seem more significant than just wall décor?&lt;br /&gt;Is there in fact any meaning at all in an abstract work any more?&lt;br /&gt;In the early days of modern art artists found the photograph taking over their role as portrayers of life and they found new ways to express what art is – always pushing the boundaries of what people would accept as art. We have crossed that bridge and gone beyond – it is as though anything goes these days – so are we saying anything new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/TJirS9X56LI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wuILxUF2uVU/s1600/StrelitziasSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/TJirS9X56LI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wuILxUF2uVU/s320/StrelitziasSmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519349685543364786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the big deal – should we be bending over backwards to find some new way to express ourselves or is simply expressing ourselves enough?&lt;br /&gt;Art can be so many things – it can be a means to amaze, shock, make one think, be a political statement, be a beautiful object or make us see something in a new light.&lt;br /&gt;Whether we produce something representational or abstract – I think there is value already – we are creating something that did not exist before.&lt;br /&gt;My own answer to the question of meaning in abstract art is yes – it is a form of exploration – playing with the medium and finding ways to get new effects and elements of design. It is has meaning to the artist who creates it and it has meaning to the person who likes it enough to purchase it. I have looked at a lot of abstract art lately and am astounded at how many different ways there are to explore this subject.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I just can’t help but feel that when it gets mass produced on a big scale that it loses its essence of what it is – an individual expression of one person’s vision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-6542413628296722555?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Some Thoughts on Mass Produced Abstract Paintings" /><author><name>Karen Steffano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020905959362690205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/S-Jo66xFBhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/z8wN2ghI-Lk/S220/ClaireFace.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/TJir_ZgxoyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XCsNZ1IUyXg/s72-c/TwoAbstracts.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karensteffano.blogspot.com/2010/09/but-is-it-art-some-thoughts-on-mass.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUER38_cSp7ImA9Wx5XE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638300954683302540.post-6639963347329574390</id><published>2010-09-13T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T01:56:46.149-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-13T01:56:46.149-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cousins" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="child independence" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sleepover" /><title>Independence is my middle name Mummy!</title><content type="html">My daughter Claire recently reached the grand old age of two and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Her latest catch phrase is “Wanna do it my big self”. This applies to dressing and undressing herself, taking off her nappy and putting on a new one, applying her own sun cream, squeezing the toothpaste onto her toothbrush and so on. Her favourite is to dig her fingers deep into the jar of Vaseline and smear it all over herself when having a nappy change – I still can’t quite get how she can do all this but still needs a nappy!&lt;br /&gt;She also likes to put on her own socks – an interesting exercise which always needs a bit of a helping hand which of course annoys her as it interferes with her “my big self” mindset. She went through most of winter in sandals and no socks, now that summer is here she insists on socks plus boots. Leo says her thermostat must be broken.&lt;br /&gt;Well this weekend she took her independence to new heights when she had her first sleepover at her cousin’s house. Her cousin Erryn is four going on five and the two of them get along very well. I took Claire round there on Saturday afternoon for a play session and when it came time to leave Erryn pleaded for Claire to stay over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I asked Claire if she wanted to stay and the response was an immediate “Yes, Mummy”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure? – I will be going home and will only fetch you tomorrow” I said.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Mummy. Go home Mummy” and she pushed me off the couch and towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok then. I am going. Bye Claire – see you tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;I waved goodbye and she did not even look up to see me leave.&lt;br /&gt;I gave my sister in law instructions to call if there was any drama, but no call came and all was fine. I called the next day and Claire wasn’t even interested in talking to me on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;The two girls had an amazing time together – they are both only children so having someone to play with was reason for much joy and excitement. &lt;br /&gt;Leo and I took them both for lunch on Sunday – they were like two little chattering monkeys in the backseat of the car – there was much giggling and laughing – I have never seen Claire so animated. She announced “I love Erryn” and “Erryn is my best friend”.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping the two of them can share more weekends like this – one day perhaps we can even persuade Erryn to stay over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-6639963347329574390?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Most of us are aware of the global warming problem – but this book will tell you in no uncertain terms how bad the situation actually is.&lt;br /&gt;He goes as far as to say that Al Gore owes us an apology - for underestimating how bad the global warming problem actually is.(For those who have been living under a rock - Al Gore is the politician who made a documentary about global warming a while back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friedman wisely includes some chapters on what we can actually do to save our planet – but whether we can mobilize ourselves to the extent required and the speed at which it needs to be done is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;This book kept me awake at night.&lt;br /&gt;If you love your children – and I am sure you all do, I implore you to read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the book is geared mainly towards Americans, everyone n the world ought to read it.&lt;br /&gt;But if you are American – then you really, really ought to read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells us that the country that finds the way forward first into the best and cheapest, clean energy technology will be the global leader economically into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For South Africans there is an important message – one of the ways he says will mobilize the population into doing something towards a clean form of energy is if the current energy system gets prohibitively expensive. This has already started happening in SA due to our Escom crisis. A few months ago a popular local solar power provider told me that there has been a marked increase in demand for solar power. I know that new technology is starting to show up here to resolve our electricity crisis, wouldn’t it be interesting if we could beat America and China to the new energy gold rush?&lt;br /&gt;As a country we are not exactly an economic powerhouse, so I don’t see how it could get done as described in the book, but could the Escom thing turn out to be a good thing after all?&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I would dearly love to get off the grid entirely and have my entire house geared up for clean energy – but it is pretty expensive. Then again, I have to weigh the expense against my daughter’s future in a world that will be hot, flat and crowded.&lt;br /&gt;The way things are going with Escom though, soon it may turn out to be an either or option and if that’s the case then naturally I would choose clean energy.&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who lives on a farm in the Karoo, her husband had their house built to run purely on solar and wind power – they have been totally off the grid for several years now.&lt;br /&gt;They must be laughing all the way watching the electricity crisis from their solar powered ivory tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so far I have changed some lightbulbs to the new energy saving type, I switch off my tv every day at the wall and my geyser is only on for about four hours a day. For a long time now I also make sure that all lights are off if a room is not in use.&lt;br /&gt;My husband Leo has a plan in the works to change our water heating to a new heat pump system that means our geyser no longer needs to be switched on at all and this will save some more.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do to save power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. If you are not a big reader, then do a search on either Thomas Friedman or Hot, Flat and Crowded on youtube – there are several clips of the man himself and what he has to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-7808964507790735380?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I got to meet a few fellow artists, some of whom make a full time living from their art, some who are still working towards such a goal. All agreed that the market is slow – signs of the economy and all that, but I feel positive towards a future time when things will improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to announce that my work is currently being exhibited at The Independents Dance Company at Brightwater Commons, so if you are in the area please pop in and have a look. You will get to see my latest abstract painting called Mind Emerging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/TIC9zCK2XmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xA767EVk_B4/s1600/MindEmerging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/TIC9zCK2XmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xA767EVk_B4/s320/MindEmerging.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512614628354842210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why I called it that. Well – I started off with the title Blue Emerging, as the blue seems to be emerging from under the red, but the work is mostly red not blue. Calling it “Abstract Red No. I” seems a bit boring.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that the swirling red colour could be how our thoughts tend to swirl about and the Emerging blue represents the clarity of thought emerging through this swirling mass.&lt;br /&gt;I could also call it “Thoughts Emerging” &lt;br /&gt;Or I could have gone with the nifty little abstract art naming generator I found on the web which came up with the following suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;Helpful: &lt;br /&gt;“Absence with Reality”&lt;br /&gt;“Momentary Emotion”&lt;br /&gt;“Energy of Undefined”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so helpful:&lt;br /&gt;“Dying Peasant First Part”&lt;br /&gt;“Embarrassed Still Life with Reincarnated Depth”&lt;br /&gt;“Drunk Boy – Oversize”&lt;br /&gt;“Nudist Declining a Dog”&lt;br /&gt;While I eventually chose my own title, this generator helped to clarify my thinking and inspired ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you go to an art gallery and see some abstract art – you could think the artist was being very enigmatic with the titles – or it could well be he used an automatic naming generator.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is our way of making something that is decorative and looks nice on the wall appear to be oh so significant and esoteric and clever.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand – Mind Emerging sounds a whole lot better than “Untitled” or “Abstract Red No 1” and shows I did at least put some thought into my title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you think, doesn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to make you think even more - if you can come up with a better title and can also say why you would call it that, I will let you have this painting for free.&lt;br /&gt;The only proviso is that you need to sign up via the Email Subscription to the right and send me confirmation along with your ideas for a title.You also need to get at least one more person to sign up who is not already signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will then hold a vote for the best title at the end of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NB if you are not local I will only ask a contribution towards shipping costs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-7344511390385950601?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As I am a painter he often uses art analogies to get his point across, for instance in tango – the man as the leader is the painter and the woman as the follower is the brush and together they create a beautiful painting on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/THNJ8EDmI3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Aextna34pHA/s1600/Abstract+004small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/THNJ8EDmI3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Aextna34pHA/s320/Abstract+004small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508828065434051442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It often happens that I find myself frustrated when I dance, nothing will flow and it all just feels like a struggle. Likewise with painting. This usually happens when I try to hard to get it right, both with dancing and with a new painting. I also start to lose the enjoyment in both. In painting as with dance, you need to learn the technical stuff – this is the foundation, but then you need to be able to let go and just express yourself.&lt;br /&gt;The more you can let go and lose yourself in the music, the easier it seems to become and the more fun you will have while dancing.&lt;br /&gt;With tango and with painting I find if I let go of the outcome and stop worrying so much about how it will look, the more free I start to feel and the more I enjoy the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/THNLv2f03-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/lvnGs88c8b0/s1600/Abstract+006small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/THNLv2f03-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/lvnGs88c8b0/s320/Abstract+006small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508830054659186658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my take on this is: Enjoy the process and let the outcome take care of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separate the technical stuff – practice what you need to practice, but you need those moments on the dance floor and in the studio to just be. This is when you chase all that technical clutter out of your mind and believe that your body knows what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;After a particularly unsatisfying tango lesson last week and after a long discussion about letting go and not trying too hard, the following day I decided to have a go at abstract art – something I have always liked but have never tried.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea of what I was going to paint, all I wanted was to let go and express myself on canvas. After the first one, I enjoyed myself so much that I produced another two, all on the same day. It seems it unleashed my creativity and broke the stuck spell I was in due to wanting to try too hard and worrying too much about the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/THNKRLZp9mI/AAAAAAAAAOY/X6f8g9z6Cfc/s1600/Abstract+003smalll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11k6OHj8dwY/THNKRLZp9mI/AAAAAAAAAOY/X6f8g9z6Cfc/s320/Abstract+003smalll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508828428182877794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am including these small paintings in this post. They are very experimental as it is also the first time I have tried acrylics. I don’t know that they will be considered great art, but it is a start and I would like to explore this way of painting more.&lt;br /&gt;I also want to try this approach on the dance floor and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will remember how I felt while I was painting these and try to recreate that same feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-6780833524480999569?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is one of the principles in his book that I just can't stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Use Feedback to Your Advantage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you begin to take actions toward your goals, your dreams, you’ll soon realize that not every action will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Not every action will produce the desired result.&lt;br /&gt;Not every action will work.&lt;br /&gt;Making mistakes, getting it almost right, and experimenting to see what happens are all part of the process of eventually getting it right.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Edison is reported to have tried over 2,000 different experiments that failed before he finally got the light bulb to work. He once told a reporter that, from his perspective, he had never failed at all. Inventing the light bulb was just a 2,000-step process. If you can adopt that attitude, then you can be free to take an action, notice what result you get, and then adjust your next actions based on the feedback you have received.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;u&gt;There Are Two Kinds of Feedback&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two kinds of feedback you might encounter – negative and positive. We tend to prefer the positive – that is, results, money, praise, promotion, raise, awards, happiness, inner-peace, etc. It feels better. It tells us we are on course and doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;We tend not to like negative feedback – lack of results, little or no money, criticism, poor evaluations, complaints, unhappiness, inner conflict, pain, etc.&lt;br /&gt;However, there is as much useful data in negative feedback as there is in positive feedback. It tells us that we are off course, headed in the wrong direction, doing the wrong thing. This is priceless information!  &lt;br /&gt;In fact, it’s so valuable that one of the most useful projects you could undertake is to change how you respond to negative feedback. I like to refer to negative feedback as information for “improvement opportunities.”&lt;br /&gt;Ways of Responding to Feedback that Don’t Work&lt;br /&gt;Though there are many ways you can respond to feedback, some responses simply don’t work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Caving in and quitting:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How many times have you or someone you know received negative feedback and simply caved in over it? All that this does is keep you stuck in the same place. It’s easier not to cave in if you remember that feedback is simply information. Think of it as “correctional guidance” instead of criticism.&lt;br /&gt;Getting mad at the source of the feedback: &lt;br /&gt;Think about it… How many times have you reacted with anger and hostility toward someone who was giving you feedback and it was genuinely useful? It may temporarily make you feel better to get angry, but it doesn’t help you become more successful in your quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ignoring the feedback:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We all know that people who turn down everyone’s point of view but their own. The sad thing is, feedback could significantly transform their lives, if only they would listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ask for Feedback&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people will not voluntarily give you feedback. They are as uncomfortable with possible confrontation as you are. So to get honest and open feedback, you need to ask for it and make it safe for the person to give it to you. In other words, don’t shoot the messenger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Most Valuable Question You May Ever Learn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1980s, a multimillionaire businessman taught me a question that radically changed the quality of my life. This magical question can improve the quality of every relationship you are in, every product you produce, every service you deliver, every meeting you conduct, every class you teach and every transaction you enter into. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;“On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate the quality of our relationship (service/product) during the last week (month/semester/quarter)?”&lt;br /&gt;Here are a number of variations on the same question that have served me well over the years...&lt;br /&gt;“On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate the meeting we just had? ... me as a manager? ... me as a parent? ...this class? ...this meal? ...my cooking? ...our sex life? ...this deal? ...this book?&lt;br /&gt;Any answer less than a 10 always gets this follow-up question:&lt;br /&gt;“What would it take to make it a 10?”&lt;br /&gt;This is where the really valuable information comes from. Knowing that a person is dissatisfied is not enough. Knowing in detail what will satisfy them gives you the information you need to do whatever it takes to create a winning product, service, relationship or result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Is All Feedback Accurate?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all feedback is useful or accurate. You must consider the source. Some feedback is polluted by the psychological distortions of the person giving you the feedback. For example, if your drunk husband tells you, “You are a no-good bleep,” that is probably not accurate or useful feedback. However, the fact that your husband is drunk and angry, is feedback you should listen to.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, feedback is simply information. You don’t have to take it personally. Just welcome it and use it. The most intelligent response is to say “Thank you for your feedback. Thank you for caring enough to tell me what you see and how you feel. I appreciate it.”&lt;br /&gt;Look for patterns in the feedback you get, too. As my friend Jack Rosenblum likes to say: “If one person tells you you’re a horse, they’re crazy. If three people tell you you’re a horse, there’s a conspiracy a foot. If ten people tell you you’re a horse, it’s time to buy a saddle!”&lt;br /&gt;For more on Using Feedback to Your Advantage, review Principle #19 in &lt;a href="http://sn.im/10qbrq"&gt;The Success Principles&lt;/a&gt;. It’s one of the core principles you can apply to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Canfield, America's #1 Success Coach, is founder of the billion-dollar book brand Chicken Soup for the Soul© and a leading authority on Peak Performance and Life Success. If you're ready to jump-start your life, make more money, and have more fun and joy in all that you do, get your FREE success tips from Jack Canfield now at: www.FreeSuccessStrategies.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-7854740294246614716?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Can’t remember the last time I spent an evening out that didn’t involve tango so it all felt a bit strange. Those who know me from the tango scene will thus deduce that I don’t get out much – since they have hardly seen me at all the last month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started a couple of days before at a family gathering, when my dad painted such an inspiring and an “Oh I can’t wait to see it you must be so awesome” picture of his fabulous music talent and that of his recently acquired muso friends, that I decided I really must go and see for myself.  My brother got hooked too like so much fish bait, which was fortunate because I got to bum a lift with him, not being able to drive myself due to sliced thumb issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may recall that I have in fact seen Pater play before – at Moyo, but that was an outdoor setting with piles of soccer fans making noise, plus with his mike accidently turned down it was not that easy to hear his performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with great anticipation Boet and I arrive at the pub and squeeze our way through to a table my clever dad has managed to keep free for us. I say squeeze because the place was jam packed with eager musicians plus their hangers on, all waiting for their go on the mike. Tuesday nights here is jam night – all organized by a very cool drummer called Roy, who also decides who gets to play and when, so you gotta keep in his good books I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we order our drinks and wait for the jamming to start, which we are told is about 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;While we wait, my eyes start watering like crazy and the smoke smell is pretty unbearable – the whole pub area has been designated a full-on smokers zone.&lt;br /&gt;My brother is an ex smoker and even he thought it was pretty bad, but he opened a window next to us, and the cold air was way preferable to the smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I am now fantasizing about a smoke free tango floor, but I am here to see Dad play, so I stick it out. Problem is, he’s not sure if and when he will get a turn; you have to wait for the nod from Roy you see.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile he’s telling us stories about Dave – the pan flute player who can also sing, his (rendition that evening of Locomotive Breath by Jethro Tull was fabulous), Domingo the guitarist;(who must have been born with a guitar attached), plus quite a few others I don’t recall the names of, he’s only been here once before and he is already friends with half the pub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we wait. And we wait. We watch some really great musicians play, plus one sad sack who really should have stayed on the karaoke circuit where he belongs. It’s a mix of styles, from 70s rock like Led Zeppelin to 90s Nirvana and U2.&lt;br /&gt;By 11pm Jem and I are about ready to call it a night – we are both parents of small children and it’s a school night after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually though, Pa gets the nod, dons his cool cowboy hat and sunglasses and gets settled at the mike along with a couple of guitarists and Roy the drummer.&lt;br /&gt;They start up a blues number and he wings it with his harp, it’s a jam session so there’s no rehearsal, and Jem and I are blown away. He can not only play, he plays brilliantly!&lt;br /&gt;I am hugely impressed; it just goes to show you are never too old to start something new.I think it is only a matter of time before he wangles his way into some band and starts doing the pub circuit, he has already found a few places in town to play in and I just hope he can keep up with the late night lifestyle all this entails.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was worth the wait and the smoke in your eyes, but I think I will wait until summer before venturing in there again, when the windows can be open wide and I can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;He is going to play again tonight, but I am hearing the tango floor call my name so will most likely be dancing my butt off tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-7614139181218264527?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yesterday – I definitely earned mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my journey to being a Dumb Ass – as my friend Charlie would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Decide to join friends for a family picnic on Women’s day at the Botanical gardens in Roodepoort.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Ensure normal breadknife is unavailable by putting it in the dishwasher and switching it on.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Start organizing all the food for the picnic while husband and small child go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: All packed and ready to go, child is dressed, I am dressed, hubby is dressed and all geared to depart.&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Hear hubby say – “Let’s take a knife to cut the bread with” (he had bought a loaf to take along)&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Immediately pick up big carving knife and special knife sharpening tool, making sure to hold the tool steady and run the knife through it with nice pressured downward strokes.&lt;br /&gt;Step 7: Knife slips and slices through thumb holding the tool. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;So I don’t really react too much, there’s a bit of blood but will just wash it and put a plaster on, I think.&lt;br /&gt;In the bathroom after looking a bit closer, I see it’s more than a scratch – in fact its pretty deep. Leo in the meantime is going into crisis panic mode. I say “I think this needs more than a plaster, I think it needs stitches.”&lt;br /&gt;More panic mode from Leo.&lt;br /&gt;I say “Don’t worry, I know you can get special plaster strips that work like stitches, let’s quickly go to the pharmacy to get some”. I am really keen on  this picnic and don’t want to spend the day in the emergency room queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 8 : What I haven’t mentioned yet is that it is the second time that day that I have sliced the same thumb with the same tool and the same knife, only it was minor and a plaster sorted it out. So you could say I went from Dumb to Dumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go to the pharmacy, get the strips, come home, wash the thumb, dress it with antiseptic and then attempt to apply strips. I realize then that they are just not doing what it says on the box, so off we go to Olivedale Emergency.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out everyone in town is having an emergency – the numbers in the waiting room indicated a wait of at least two hours. &lt;br /&gt;So we decide to go to Mediclinic in Randburg, much less busy and where we should have gone in the first place, which would have meant we could still have made the picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I got a lovely local anesthetic, a tetanus injection and three stitches in my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have to wear a thumb splint to stop it from bending, because that opens up the wound again and we don’t want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So In the end we had a picnic on the grass at home, which was quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS – I now know which way not to hold knife and tool, but this is moot because Leo has hidden said tool and refuses to tell me where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to go and collect my sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638300954683302540-4670595499098368094?l=karensteffano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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