Rose Candela: organizing the past for a better today
organizing the past for a better today
The spiritual journey of making new friends… When I moved close to 400 miles from my group of friends, I felt confident and equipped to handle the feeling of missing them. As it stood, I had a baby at the time and my social life was limited to a revolving door of nursing, arranging childcare,[…]
I can garden because I’m an archivist. Did you know that in archival work, removal of items is just as important as storage of items? The archive is not a museum, it’s not meant to hold all the things. Yet, in our cultural mind’s eye an archive is seen as a holding spot. Or it’s[…]
I never quite know how to navigate the world right now. The bombardment of news, and the intake of realizing the news shows a sorrowful, often hateful, world. While I know that the entire world isn’t one way, the world through my screen tells me it’s full of atrocious acts. Yes, they are there and[…]
I’m molting the person I have been for the last decade or so, the one who taught her students to put their hands in their watercolor paint. To this one, the one who collects data and gets excited about research methodology to explain phenomenas in the Library Science field.
Though, this shift isn’t exactly a molting of old skin, it’s not the cohesive and cathartic relief of letting go of something that you’ve outgrown. Instead, it’s the painstaking and beautiful task of mending the pieces of being human – the head and the heart, so to speak.
I’m a planner. Not quite in the pinterest way, the color coded calendar way. My planning is rehearsing tragedies so I’ll be prepared. My planning is counting calories so I don’t change in size. My planning is saying I’ll be doing something by a certain age, and when that doesn’t happen I feel anger. So,[…]
Botanical drawing by me, Rose Candela. Check my shop for other available original art! A few days ago my husband, son, and I were on a vacation, visiting a science museum. It was a joyous time. And, at the same time, I felt a tinge of grief. The grief (that day) was about all that[…]
What if death was part of the gift? I received this exquisite bouquet of flowers, and today shared with Jason how I was having lil anxiety because, well, the flowers were falling away. But what if contemplating death was part of the gift? I know it’s unsexy to talk about how we’re going to die,[…]
Recently, I was laid up in bed sick (not with covid) and was on tiktok for entertainment during those weird stretches of not wanting to read, watch a show, but…tiktok. I noticed this interesting trend. I’ll call it “I miss her”. What you see at first is an image of a mother and her baby,[…]
I went after a dream of mine, one that has been seeded for about 15 years. I applied and was accepted into an accredited Master of Library Science program, and I’m over the moon thrilled. I had been intimidated by a few things about returning to graduate school for a while, but finally things just[…]
One of the most frequently asked questions I receive is this: how do you make time to make art? While I wish it was a simple as having some sort of time management system, but truly the answer is this: I have all my supplies easily accessible and ready for when the time presents itself.[…]
