Losing Contacts

Losing Contacts

By Eve Brownstone

Oh, puke my contacts got wiped out again. Not the eye kind  but the phone kind that I keep near and dear to me because I have forgotten most people actual phone numbers. The handy dandy new technology I’ve grown to love and obsessively depend on-the blessed Iphone!! I got accustomed to seeing friend’s names pop up. Now if you call me, I will wonder who you are?  Please don’t take it personally. Don’t get flustered if I ask for your name. I have no names on my phone. It feels uncomfortable. This happened this morning after my phone went into a spin. It looked like the phone was having seizure. It lit up and then went dark. The screen showed a spinning thing moving around. I don’t know. It looked a little freaky. This is the second time my contacts were wiped clean from my Iphone in the last six months. What to do? The phone works don’t get me wrong, but I don’t have peoples’ names and it errrks me.

Coffee Shop Girl

Coffee Shop Girl

By Eve Brownstone

I learned a good lesson today when my ego got bruised. This morning, I was at my usual Wednesday morning coffee clutch with fellow artists. I asked a friend and artist which I respect, “ How can I put my pictures of sunrises more out there in the world?” Her reply, “You are at the level of coffee shop pictures.” My ego felt bruised. I wish she said something that inspired me or motivated me. I felt cut down. Later she explained herself with an apology, adding,  I like your photos. She said, “You just need to take your photos up a notch”. I wish she had said that from the get go. I thanked her for her feedback. However I wanted to get the hell out of the coffee shop. I think she thought she was being helpful. If I detach myself from my ego, her comment was helpful. She wanted my photos to stand out to find my niche. My art is not me! My photos may be displayed in a coffee shop but I am more than that. This was good lesson to relearn. Thanks.