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More Large-Scale Free Printable Quote Art Signs!

Following the response I received to my original release of free printable quote artit seemed only natural that I should share some more! I was totally inundated with new quote suggestions (thanks everyone!) and, though it wasn't easy, I've finally managed to narrow things down. I have selected quotes which were requested numerous times and...READ MORE

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Call for Data Thief Volunteers

Friday, October 20, 2017 - 09:15

Arts Catalyst is calling for volunteers (aka Data Thieves) to support us with an exciting project by artist-led group Mission/Misplaced Memory.

Manifested through the imaginary lens of a science-fiction narrative, Dreamed Native Ancestry (DNA) critically addresses and re-thinks contemporary issues around race, migration, biopolitics and culture, drawing on Afrofuturist philosophies and anthropology,

//The Mission crew has travelled back from the future where the human population is dying out due to a quest for genetic homogeneity, which has led to a weakened and diseased human race. Cultural accumulation has ceased and humanity's knowledge growth, technological advancement and story-making capabilities have come to a standstill. The Mission crew is tasked to travel through time, collecting samples, stories and knowledge from the cultural and genetic richness of humanity's past particularly at points of concentrated migration and cultural exchange to deposit in a vast human memory vault that will re-seed the human race of the future. London King's Cross 2017 has been identified as one key centre of migration and culture in human history//.

Taking form as both an installation and programme, Arts Catalyst's Centre is transformed into the 'Mission Ship' crewed by a team of data thieves whose task is to collect memories, experiences and traces related to migration and the circulation of knowledge and cultures that it entails.

Find out more about the exhibition here.

YOUR ROLE

Drawing on the character of the 'data thief' in the documentary The Last Angel of History (1996) by John Akomfrah, your role will be to operate between the present and the future. By joining the crew you will play a key role in gathering evidence and traces of diversity and multiculturalism from members of the King's Cross community and exhibition visitors. You will collect and produce samples and data that will go on to be 're-mixed' into Dubmorphology sound performances, which form an essential part of the installation.

Your expected commitment is flexible, but we encourage you to engage with the project for around six sessions (lasting six hours each).

For further information and to apply please contact us via associate@artscatalyst.org with an expression of interest (500 words max) by Monday 16 November.

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Shop Tour: Marisa Mason

Marisa Mason, a shop in Oakland, CA's Temescal Alleys, is a prime example of not rushing your business into growing. For the past six years,Marisa Haskell has been able to grow slowly, learning what s he needs in time, how she wants to expand, and even having the opportunity to take on a connecting space in her latest location. Marisa began her business in 2011, after leaving the design/build industry after the recession left her with limited hours and job options. Without much to lose, Marisa saw this as an opportunity to try her hand at owning her own business. Having always loved making jewelry and feeling ready to venture out on her own, she made the jump to sublet a tiny studio in what's now known as Temescal Alleys (a shopping area that's connected by two pedestrian alleys featuring beautiful local businesses)after a friend had an art studio there years before. Her friend moved on, but Marisa never forgot the space - or the potential she imagined the alley having.

With the two alleys being tucked off the street, it's created a sense of community for the shop-owners, where they've been able to bounce ideas off each other and learn from the growth and advice of their pe ers. This element happens to be one of the things Marisa is most grateful for in her space, which was originally horse stables for the Oakland Fire Department in the 20s. When Marisa took over, it was a storage shed with corrugated metal doors as the facade. The positive was that it was a blank slate for the latest Marisa Mason shop, and her husband is a builder, meaning they could be even more ambitious in the space. While Marisa was able to make all of the design decisions without a previous owner's designs getting in the way, she did want to be sure to incorporate some of the original character of the building, and not be hemmed in by making it feel solely like the Bay Area.

One side of the shop was rustic with brick walls, concrete floors, and exposed dark wood ceilings. The new side was drywall with chipboard wood floors. The couple decided to rip out the wood floors on the new side so that both sides would have cement, and they painted the wood ceilings on the original s ide white to better blend with the plaster they added, and to brighten the space.Now, with the arched doorway and clay walls, customers have likened the shop to Morocco, Mexico, or the Southwest. Marisa's goal was to have the shop feel like a vacation, where you're transported to another place, no matter how briefly. With the expansion of the shop now completed - which happened to coincide with the couple having a newborn - they can revel in their hard work paying offand dream of some new display cases and furniture elements that Dave can build with his company Jacob May when they have the time. Below, you'll get to read about how Marisa and Dave conquered connecting the two spaces to make them feel cohesive, and what makes their shop unique. -Rebekah

Photography byHannah Thornhill

Image abov e:The back room is a few inches lower than the front room, so we had to make a ramp to connect them, Marisa explains. We used the same redwood for continuity and it makes a satisfying sound when you walk on it, like crossing an old bridge.

Lessons Cancer Taught Me, Pt. II

In the Spring of 2016 I was diagnosed with advancednon-Hodgkin's lymphoma, a cancer that occurs when the body makes too many abnormal lymphocytes (a type of white blood cell). Over the next 10 m onths I would spend 100 days living in the hospital, get over 100 shots, have five spinal taps and receive eight, week-long rounds of intensive chemotherapy. You know, just some casual life-changing stuff. Thankfully, in March 2017 all my hard work finally paid off. The cancer was officially gone.

After leaving my last appointment, my guy Aaron and I calmly headed down the street for a well-deserved toast. How odd it was to feel both a part of the crowd and isolated in the halo of this news. Even though I was officially in remission, I still felt like I was trapped between two worlds: that of the healthy and of the sick. The scales were tipping, though. That much I knew as we walked along.

Overlooking downtown Chicago, as the bartender mixed our cocktails, 3 o'clock sun kissed our cheeks and the wooden bar. The joint was next to empty, dinner service was being prepped and we sat tight-lipped.

You are officially the strongest person I know, Aaron said, brea king the silence.

How lucky I felt in that very moment. When we first started this journey, we were told 80% of couples don't make it through a cancer diagnosis, yet here we were having a cocktail and counting my new eyebrow hairs in between sips.

Six months into remission, I'm happy to report we're starting to get back to normal. We've taken trips, eaten lots of sushi (off-limits during treatment) and tossed the meds. Thankfully, more and more days fly by without any mention of my sickness, yet it's never far from my mind. Oftentimes I lie in bed, and as my thoughts blur and pool like a watercolor, I reflect on the past year and the lessons I've learned along the way. And today, on my 30^thbirthday, I'm happy to share just a little bit of what I've uncovered with y'all.When I was diagnosed, my family had a meeting where we frankly spoke to one another about the upcoming year. We acknowledged how tough it would be, and let each other know we were there for one another no matter how challenging it became. More importantly, my parents told my three siblings and me that no matter how we handled it, all would be forgiven at the end of the treatment. You need to yell? You need to cry? You need to get away? You accidentally say something regretful? No problem. Come remission, we'd wipe the slate clean. Doing so allowed us to feel the way we felt, free from worry that it was wrong or inappropriate. It led to a year of honesty the likes of which my family has never experienced.
For someone undergoing chemotherapy, themost dangerous moments aren't necessarily those when you're in actual treatment. Sometimes it's the in-between you have to really worry about. Dur ing this lull, the drugs kill both your healthy and cancerous cells, causing your immune system to shrink to nothing. For the next 7-14 days, as your body rejuvenates, you're highly vulnerable. Enter four awful infections, each of which nearly killed me.

Last September, my weakest moment, I could only cough my way through sentences so I barely spoke for fear I'd never catch my breath again. Unable to walk or breathe without assistance, I laid in the hospital for two weeks as all 145 pounds of me succumbed to strep throat. Yep. Strep throat was taking me out. As I stared out the hospital window, I felt dimmed. My rich black eyes even lightened, as if my body was screaming to those around me what my mouth couldn't say. Miraculously, the moment I mentally detached from my body signaled the beginning of my recovery. I had to let go in order to keep holding in, let go of my preoccupation with appearing strong, let go of my anger at being what I'd become and let go of my worries I wouldn't make it. Free from these preoccupations, my mind and body were able to use their strength to heal.We live in a society where we expect people to be bold and take no prisoners. A time when sensitivity equals weakness. I remember watching a local business owner tell an audience of hundreds to never apologize. That to do so in life tells people you're weak. Lips sealed, I shook my head.

Sorry is a powerful word, and one that's actually caused quite the stir in my relationships. So let's chat about it.The dictionary defines it as sympathy with someone else's misfortune. I'd oftentimes tell my family and friends how sorry I was that we had to go through this, and they'd almost always get upset. They took it as me feeling like I had done something wrong. What I meant was I'm angry. I'm sad. I'm upset we have to go through this. It was my way of being there with them in the trenches. My sickness was their misfortune. I was acknowledging that. The next time someone apologizes for something that seems out of their control, I urge you to think about what their sorry means and why they'd be so quick to take responsibility for it. I bet more times than not, it comes from a place of vulnerability. Tap into that and the two of you will be closer than e ver.I was terrified of my biopsy follow-up appointment, the moment that would lead to my diagnosis and end up changing my life. Instead of lettingpeople be there for me, I went to find out the results alone. It was the middle of the workday, the office was still and there I wassitting underneath awfully-bright lights being told I had cancer. I'd been reassured by my doctor the previous week that I just had an infection and not to worry, so I used that as an excuse to go alone. I still should've let someone be with me. Instead, stubborn me trekked to my appointment solo. In my case, this signifiedjust how scared I was. If I went alone and didn't make a big deal outof getting my results,somewhere in the universe something would click, and I'd be fine. If I had just let someone help, the biggest moment of my life would've been much easier to bear.
Before I was diagnosed, I was the king of burying my feelings. I'd store them away in a nice lil' package until they piled up so high they tumbled down on top of me. Since finishing treatment, though, I've begun to face my feelings as they come. All I have to do is take a minute, let go of the go-go-go and unpack my feelings as I receive them. This has not only helped me better communicate with those I care for, but it's also blown back the curtains and forced me to really think about the life I want for myself. I realized I was letting distraction after distraction pull me further and further from my professional and personal goals. Slowly but surely I'm getting back on track.

Cheers to your health! -Garrett

P.S. Read Lessons Cancer Taught Me, Pt. Ihere.

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The Ultimate Registry Guide For a Comfy Fall Home

The minuteSeptember 21st rolls around, we pull outthoseankle boots and embrace fall to the fullest. But getting autumn cozy doesn't just mean switching up your attire and sipping a PSL on the daily - your home needs some fall love, too. So today we're bringing you the ultimate guide in fallregistry picks - from beautiful throws to coffee mugs for hot cocoa. Find your way to a comfy abode below.
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