Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading this brand new baby seed of a blog! My name is Alison. Above is a plain old phone picture of me the other day after my Mom cut my hair. It’s a scary thing to put yourself out there for the world to judge, but these are the kinds of worthless fears I’m working to banish. I’m a freelance artist, which is a very broad term that could mean any number of things. And it does.
I grew up with two freelance artist parents who made it easy to believe that I could make a living doing whatever I love the most. I had no doubt in my mind that I wanted to be an artist, because I was from the artist family. I remember in Kindergarten when the teacher told us to each say what we wanted to be when we grew up, and all the girls were saying “nurse”, and all the boys were saying “firefighter”, I felt I should be devoting myself to the future army of nurses our generation seemed to be cultivating, but I said “artist” anyway.
After high school where I was voted “Most Creative” AND “Most Vintage” in my class (thank you, thank you) I went to Pratt MWP in Utica, NY for one and a half years before deciding I didn’t want to go to art school anymore. My wonderful parents who support me in everything I do were toats cool with this. My Dad was actually so excited to get his tuition money back that he immediately booked us a family trip to Pixar in Emeryville, CA.
Since then, I’ve dabbled in illustration, caricature, portraiture, oil landscapes, greeting card design, as well as write music for Sesame Street and Fast Company Magazine, and most recently, cartoon writing, character design, story-boarding, and voice acting. As you can see, I was extremely certain about my path to becoming an artist someday, but upon realizing there are so many sub-categories within the that word, I can’t seem to make up my G.D. mind!
If you want to see my artwork, go to http://www.alisoncowles.com, because on this blog, I’m not going to talk so much about my work, but rather what I do when I’m not working. This is where I want to share how my creativity spills over to other areas of my life, because I have a lot of creative juice (ew) and it manifests itself in my cooking (creative juice recipe coming soon) my nesting rituals, my belief system and my visions for the future. My hope for this blog is to not only have yet another creative outlet for myself, but hopefully to motivate readers to find the special little inspiration fountain within them to create their best possible lives, just as I’m working to do.
Now I’ll bet you’re wondering where the word Peacefriend came from. The answer is: Mystery Science Theater 3000. My Dad immersed me in pop culture my whole life and I was watching that good good stuff when I was 6 or 7. There’s an episode where some kind of animal appears on screen, and one of the MST3K guys, as the animal’s voice-over, says “How’s it going, Peacefriends?” Sometime later, I was playing with an Aphid on a trampoline, and my Dad called the Aphid a Peacefriend. Brilliant! A small bug totally IS a Peacefriend! It soon became a household word. In 2nd grade, my friend and I called each other “Peacefriend”, and it kind of meant “best friend” to us. There were a lot of hurt feelings when one day I started calling another girl Peacefriend. Whoops.
The term got thrown around a lot after that, tossed and tumbled like a stone, edges smoothed until Peacefriend had one main definition: Well-meaning and adorable creature. To give you a visual, think about that sloth who hands that lady a flower. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, please, please google it. It also would apply to a sweet old man who raises lambs and has memorized a lot of really cute wholesome limericks that he busts out when necessary. This is a hypothetical example. If anyone knows this guy, though, tell me where he at.
I hope you enjoy my posts to come, my Peacefriend. Much love and light to you and all the Peacefriends in your life.