Gathering the Ingredients

Don’t tink about it, Just dooo it!
— Mama Myers; she said it first & with the added flair of a Filipino accent (she's so cute)

Although not at first glance, A Waffle, is my reminder about maintaining a healthy perspective for the ebb & flows of life. Waffle ideology tells us that all Waffle’s should be perfectly round or square filled in with smaller perfectly symmetrical squares. And somewhere it's possible that a more effective Waffle exists that follows the form of Fibonacci Mathematics.

For a long time I viewed life in the same way. Then all of sudden it occurred to me... I didn’t attain the things society said I should have at my age, it must mean I wasn’t successful, loved or accomplished… I had the imperfect life.


When my life seemed to lead me into a darkness, I ran from my emotions so I did not have to feel like a failure. I ran so I did not have to feel, period. Staying distracted and I went through the motions of daily life. I shot for empty contentment. Eventually I made a decision to change. To teach myself to Trust the Process and Evolve & Grow. Through this journey I discovered that perfect Waffles could only be made in a cookie cutter world. Not meant for the assembly line, I realized I was homemade.

My logo, the imperfect Waffle, reminds me that my life may be visually imperfect, but that has no reflection on the flaaava.

My only task is to BE myself in my truest form as frequently as possible (cause let’s admit it… girl made some mistakes).

Cooking Up The Waffle

It takes time to persuade men to do even what is for their own good
— Thomas Jefferson

It has taken me YEARS just to get to this point. Why am I still pursuing this crazy notion? Because there’s too many of us with art closets that could change the world for the better. Most likely without us every knowing of course. But don’t you think this world needs more positive, bright and giving people? Then be one of them. Show us who you really are.

We need to practice the thought that talents and gifts that are given to us, are not actually meant for us. We are only the vessel. Those gifts and talents are meant for others.


The trick, I'm learning, is to stop listening to myself. I am not my mind. (Another highly recommended read is ‘The Untethered Soul’ by Michael Singer)

This has been a very slow process for me. I’ve done things I normally wouldn't have done to make this work. I’ve been training myself to believe it's actually possible. I can create a positive platform that encourages other artists from around the world to show us what you got. By going first.


Don’t get me wrong. I’m absolutely vulnerable and terrified here. I don’t crave the spotlight. I do crave more art. More positive ideas that put a world view as part of the process. More art closets torn down. More humanity. More connection. I crave all of that. It's tasty.

My hopes are that my art reaches those that need it, whatever reason that may be. And that they gain the courage to show their art, whatever form of art that may be (this includes being a vibrant person). So that whoever needs their art, gets to have encouragement too. Stay positive. Acknowledge the negative. Work for your peace. Trust the process. Taste. Every. Morsel.

Everything. OK! I’ll talk! In 3rd grade, I cheated on my history exam. In 4th grade, I stole my uncle Max’s toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. 5th grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog… When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out.

But the worst thing I ever done — I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa — and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.
— Chunk, Goonies, 1985