Perfection.

My emotional state has been flip-flopping between being angry and sad for the past few weeks.

I had emergency oral surgery that involved taking out 2 lower molars and an impacted wisdom tooth about a month ago, and it took almost 2 weeks before I could speak like normal. One molar was in trouble because of the impacted wisdom tooth. Another was because a 10-year old root canal had an infection (although I didn’t feel any pain) and would have to come out sooner rather than later. And those were the ones I needed to attend to then. I still have another root canal treated tooth that’s biding it’s time because another dentist didn’t realise my filling had come loose last year (he merely put more filling on top of it) – and had allowed it to decay further until there wasn’t much tooth left.

No one informed me that all of this would one day happen.

No one told me that it could have been prevented.

Don’t get me started on why I even needed the root canals in the first place – it was because a shady dentist didn’t clean out my cavity properly (and no, x-rays were not taken back then). I thought something was amiss when he kept pushing that I should have crowns done; to which another dentist said “Crowns?! I’m more concerned about saving your tooth!”

I had braces done when I was a teen. I just recently learned one of my back molars wasn’t uprighted properly by braces that was done almost 20 years ago. And that I should have worn my retainers every night FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. No one told me this. Not even my dentist.

Over the years I told the dentists that I’ve met that I sometimes grind my teeth. They waved my concerns away because it wasn’t that bad. I went to a dentist every year for annual check ups. All clear, they said. Keep the back of your mouth clean where the impacted wisdom tooth was, and it should be fine.

So I did. Or at least I tried my best. It’s hard to say.

Maybe I didn’t do enough. Maybe my occasional grinding did me in too. I even got a sonic toothbrush and a Waterpik to actively prevent cavities and to make sure my pearly whites were getting the best cleaning everyday. But even so, I couldn’t help but feel angry and disappointed at the dentists who could have done better. Who could have done their job properly. Who could have prevented things from going this far.

You might laugh at me and think I’m silly. It’s just teeth for crying out loud. I get it.

I took good care of mine. Brushing. Flossing. Rinsing. Waterpik-ing. Annual checkups. But shit still happens. Recently, I’ve been told stories of how some people hadn’t gone to the dentist for 10 years, who didn’t floss and yet still have perfect teeth. It’s luck, they said. At the time, they could have just ripped out my heart and stabbed it in front of me and it wouldn’t be as painful to hear.

Losing two of my teeth (that impacted wisdom tooth didn’t count) took an emotional toll on me. I felt like a failure. I couldn’t even keep my teeth in my mouth! I felt ashamed, and embarrassed. Heck I even debated if I should share it with you guys because it was so mortifying. My eyes would sometimes well up post-surgery when it was time for me to eat because all I could eat for the first 2 weeks were soft-ish food like tuna sandwiches (with the crust cut off) or porridge. I had to be careful not to eat things that were too hard because I could only chew on one side of my mouth. My remaining root-canaled tooth that had already taken a beating didn’t quite feel “right” yet. That one is also earmarked for extraction – but only after I replace my 2 missing teeth with dental implants, so I’ll need it to last me till then. I was a pitiful sight – I felt so sorry for myself.

I would look at strangers and friends and I would admire their lovely teeth. A full set of them. And I would feel sad. I already took out 6 for when I had my braces, and I didn’t have a lot more to spare. I have a friend who would feel sad as she watched couples with babies, because she couldn’t have one of her own. I can’t say I know what that feels like, but for me it came pretty close to describing what I felt at the time.

At the time, to me, the luckiest people in the world are those who have their full set of teeth.

They can eat whatever they want, whenever, wherever. In my mind they can conquer the world! Or a restaurant! It’s a stretch, I know. I bet they have other problems too, hidden underneath the surface. But at least they had working teeth – the crazy me would espouse. My mind was spinning, with me saying all these silly things in my mind and yet I was still rational enough to give the pessimistic side of me kick-in-the-ass rebuttals. It was a perpetual tug of war in my head.

But life goes on.

I consoled myself by telling myself that we, as humans are in a perpetual state of decay. It just turned out that my teeth decayed faster than the rest of me. The same as how some people’s knees bust up faster than others because they’re athletes. Maybe I’ve been eating more than others? Maybe I’m a food athlete? Who knows?

A good friend told me that if a tooth isn’t doing its job properly anymore, it’s time for it to go. I told her I felt sad, to which she said the tooth wasn’t alive and can’t feel pain so I didn’t have to feel bad. Plus, a tooth’s job was to allow you to grind food up to bits – whether it’s a natural tooth or not shouldn’t matter at this point. I burst out laughing, and felt better immensely.

A month in after the surgery, I’m eating properly again (I’ll still need to watch out for those sly hard bits like bone, sand, etc, that work their way into my food). I chew slower, and more carefully. I brush 4-5 times a day (because darn it I can try harder). I still have most of my teeth. I no longer feel angry or sad. Sometimes it creeps up on me, but it goes away quickly. I recently went to Melbourne for a holiday with the husband, and came back refreshed. I was surprised at myself for being able to eat almost normally there (minus the tougher bits). I’m laughing a lot again. I feel lucky.

The truth is, nothing is ever perfect. It won’t ever be.

I’ll only be able to have a full set of working teeth next year as I’m waiting for my bone to heal for dental implants to be placed. And then there’ll be more waiting before I can actually have a tooth screwed on. I’m lucky I’m able to afford them – plus, I’m still young so it’s a better long term prognosis. So a tiny part of me will be metal. That’s a bit badass I suppose.

I’ve always wanted as many things to be settled as possible before I can truly begin my work. Didn’t matter if it was the big stuff, or the little stuff. I’d check things off my list one by one to finish off all the work that would potentially distract me from the major work I needed to do. And often, that leads me with not enough time to do the things I should be doing. I’ve realised that it’s foolhardy to continue to maintain such order. The the older I get, the more challenges I’ll face to my emotional and physical health. It could be mine, or my loved ones, family, friends and even my dogs. It’s inevitable. Things are often out of my control. Sometimes those lists will have to go unchecked.

Perfection is an illusion.

It’s an excuse we give ourselves – that everything has to be in order for us to truly begin, or to continue from where we left off. The idea that chaos is bad, and that the only way you’ll jump is if you already know how something will turn out. We can’t know for sure, but how many times have we made that sort of rationalisation? I know I’ve done it. But rolling up your sleeves and getting things done, even if you’re afraid of it, is what has made me take the little steps needed to move forward. Like plonking myself down on that dental surgeon’s chair so that he can remove 3 of my back teeth in one go – a process that took almost two hours because one didn’t want to come out (I wish I could have kept you too, buddy) and I could start to feel the things he did in my jaw because the local anaesthetic was wearing off.

We can’t always have everything in order before we begin.

The only thing that can and will work is if you take small steps forward among the chaos around you, towards where you want to be. It’s hard because pain – whether it’s physical, mental or emotional – is very real. But the great news is that things and situations don’t last, whether it’s good or bad, painful or joyful. They make up the combination of moments that pass in life, that stop and envelope you before it drifts away to become a distant memory.

I can’t ever have a full set of natural teeth again. But hey, at least I have options.

And so do you.

You there. Yes, you – dear readers with all your glorious natural teeth – do me a favour: go ahead and crunch a couple of nuts in your mouth on my behalf and tell me again what is holding you back from conquering the world?

[Illustrated pattern by Bouffants & Broken Hearts]

Artist interview: Christiane Engel

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I’m a fan of Christiane Engel’s work for quite a while through her monthly desktop calendars that she produced, until she stopped in 2012. She’s back at it again for 2015 and I couldn’t be more thrilled! Read on about how her desktop calendars helped her shape her style and what happened in between in our interview:

Hi Christiane! Tell us a bit about yourself and what you do.

I’m an illustrator based in South East England by the sea and I mainly work for the kids’ publishing market. Recently I’ve done quite a few map illustrations for a variety of clients, which I enjoy a lot.
I also love creating hand lettering and patterns.

How would you describe your style and strengths? 

I like to stay flexible in the tools and techniques that I use so there are some variations to my style. Also, quite often I find that a certain look suits one book or project better and the next one might be needing less texture or more lines, for example. However I think all of my work has a childlike spirit to it.
My main style is a collagey cut out style that uses hand painted textures, but I also use linear ink drawings and colour these digitally.

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You’ve been creating these desktop wallpapers since way back! I’m a big fan of them, and was thrilled when you recently relaunched it again. Could you tell me a little bit more about them – what’s your process when you design them, what has made them popular, and why do you create them?

I’m happy you like them!
There’s something I really love about calendars, moving through the months and seasons. And I thought it would be a great way of sharing my art with people on a regular basis. Over time, a style that’s less crowded and more evocative than my usual picture book art has developed and I was looking forward to creating something seasonal each month.

The process is almost always like this: towards the end of a month, I think of an outdoor scene and setting that I would love to be in for the coming month. In most cases I even have a clear idea of the geographical location for this. (September 2015 is by the Mississippi Delta) I sketch it out on the back of an envelope or supermarket coupon and then create the final art on my computer, using Photoshop.

Some of my calendars were kindly featured on beautiful Poppytalk a few times and were therefore getting more popular. I was really thrilled about the fact that people around the globe were using my art on their desktops as well.

However all that came to a sudden halt in March 2012 when my first baby, Maya, was stillborn. The windy coastal road which was the March image stayed on my desktop for over a year I think. This was such a life changing event that time, days, seasons and calendars did not have any relevance to me… I delved into clients work and didn’t have much space for personal projects.

But of course life moves on fast and now I’m happy that I can squeeze in the calendars again. This time around they’re inspired by my nature loving toddler :) and feature scenes of an outdoorsy kind of childhood. I’m bringing together my two different directions now I guess.

You’ve been in the illustration world for quite some time now – what are your thoughts about the industry in general? Is there a big difference in the way things are done now, compared to before?

I think illustration has become a more recognized artform again and is used more widely across many areas plus amazing things can be done now with a computer.

Also it’s become easier to connect with people these days through linked in, twitter and so on. These things didn’t even exist when I was first starting out as an illustrator, even something as unspectacular as sending attachments and uploading final art digitally was still seen as something pretty amazing.

But now that I think of it, sending samples and book dummies in the post also had a straightforwardness and simplicity about it although it may seem too time consuming nowadays. The speed of things has definitely increased, and there are pros and cons to that.

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What was something you wish you’d known when you first started out? (aka what words of advice would you give to up and coming artists and illustrators?)

Never stop sketching and exploring different angles. When you’re stuck, think of something that’s part of you and your world as this will make you passionate and enthusiastic about your own work.
Thanks so much Christiane!
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You can download October’s desktop wallpaper from Christiane’s website right here!

Frida Kahlo by Alba Editorial

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Hi folks,

I’m sorry about the radio silence over here on the blog – I’ve got good reason for that besides the Work/Art/Play workshop that I’m wrapping up this week! Long story cut short, I had oral surgery and I’m recuperating. It wasn’t fun at all. It essentially was one of my biggest nightmares come true (I’ll tell you about it later). But! It’s half-way done, and I’m going to have to sustain myself on soft-ish food for around 6 months. So here’s me saying yay to unexpected dieting (keeping it positive, peeps!) so I can move forward to more adventures.

As a result of me slacking away, some things have piled up. And not just about the guilt that I’m feeling. I’m talking about real, tangible stuff – things like books. Great people have been sending me books from all around the world and I feel terrible about not being well enough to show you the treats I’ve been getting (yes, my definition of a treat is books, books and more books – uh, book nerds unite?)

So to get things back on track, here’s one I received from the ever wonderful Gee Fan of Minifanfan  – it’s a story about Frida Kahlo, published by Alba Editorial, illustrated by Gee Fan and written by Mª Isabel Sanchez Vegara. (NOTE: The book is in Spanish!)

This title is part of a children’s books series that talks about some of the greatest achievements made by women from all over the world. Alba Editorial has 2 other titles out in the collection: Audrey Hepburn and Coco Chanel, illustrated by Amaia Arrazola and Ana Albero respectively.

I think it’s wonderful to have more titles like these that offer a glimpse of strong women figures in the arts scene (there’s so many!) With children’s books you can’t quite dive into their story so much, but it’s a great start to pique the curiosities of young minds! Now if only we can get these translated into English. Hmmmm.

Also, I made a flip through of the book which you can see below, and I’m so proud of Gee Fan’s work, especially since it’s her first children’s book!

You can order the book through Alba Editorial (where you can also see the rest of the book in the series).

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