Things have slowed down a bit on the blog lately, but not in vain! One of the great new things I’ve been working on is the Strong Odors shop on Society6!
Sometimes I’ll create an illustration that I just love. Usually these are the least popular among readers, but that just figures. Other times readers really resonate with a particular image (like Denial, for example) that would make a great print, but isn’t quite right for the limited edition prints that I have in my Etsy shop.
So I’ve been excited to launch this fun new shop on Society6! Not only does it offer fabulous prints in a variety of sizes (so everyone can afford one), but you can even get yours shipped to your door already framed!
Sometimes people ask me to explain where I came up with the idea for Strong Odors or why the name or what the site is exactly.
Gasoline is one of my go-to explanations.
Because gasoline is one of those odors that most of us probably wouldn’t describe as “good.” We might not call it “bad” either… it doesn’t really fit into those black and white categories, you know?
But—good or bad— it is one of those odors that we can all relate to (and most of us actually like for some weird reason).
And that’s kind of what Strong Odors is.
Sometimes I experience certain moments in life that might seem good or bad at the time… or might seem good or bad on some level later on… or might not seem like anything… but however sweet or delicate or pungent or putrid… they are the experiences that shape me and affect the course of my life.
Sometimes it is even the smallest of things (like the color of my high school locker) while other times the experience buckles my knees (like discovering my son has Autism).
I’d have to say that up until now gasoline would probably have fallen into the prior category—unmistakable, delightful, sensory—but not really life-changing.
I heard a funny story on NPR’s On the Media this week…
Apparently a guy named Robert Ekas is suing his local police department, claiming his multiple moving violations are bogus and only issued because he is (apparently) committed to giving the police the finger.
Brooke Gladstone’s conversation with Ira Robbins about free speech, public obscenities and flag burning was funny and interesting.
A case that seems kind of silly is actually kind of a big deal…
What do you think? do we have a right to “salute” the police in whichever way we feel appropriate? (whether they deserve it or not?)
If so, do you believe it an important way to excercise your first amendment rights?
I have worked much harder, been in prison more frequently, been flogged more severely, and been exposed to death again and again.
Five times I was flogged with the Jews’ 39 lashes.
Three times I was beaten with Roman rods
Once I was stoned,
Three times I was shipwrecked (I spent a night and a day in the open sea!)
I have been constantly on the move. I have been in danger from rivers, in danger from bandits, in danger from my own countrymen, in danger from Gentiles; in danger in the city, in danger in the country, in danger at sea; and in danger from false brothers. I have labored and toiled and have often gone without sleep; I have known hunger and thirst and have often gone without food; I have been cold and naked. Besides everything else, I face daily the pressure of my concern for all the churches. Who is weak, and I do not feel weak? Who is led into sin, and I do not inwardly burn?
But God said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
For to be sure, Christ was crucified in weakness, yet he lives by God’s power. Likewise, we are weak in him, yet by God’s power we will live with him to serve you.