Monday, December 27, 2010

So many balls in the air!

I feel like I have a hundred projects happening. At first I was excited and relieved to be changing my life in relation to the beginning of this year - where i felt like nothing was happening and that I wouldn't be able to sustain it even if there was. Now I am so happy to have all of these possibilities to earn money and to be in flow, and not become stagnant, which i've done my fair share of in the this year (pre summer).

One model for the IHD logo, not final. 

I have a great opportunity with the growing project IHD (Indian Horse Database). Which I am increasingly a part of. Not to mention the fact that I am doing my second professional logo for this project. This is a great opportunity in terms of me learning business, learning productivity. Learning how to develop a product in relation to many aspects of it's purpose.
I am successively amazed by Beau's ability not only to dream big but to dare to go for it. She's got more guts then me there. It's so much fun to be invited to be a founding part of something like this. And yet, we still have no idea where it's going, which I give her even more credit for... how do you have the courage to continue when gain is unapparent? When your soul is filled with inspiration, and you realize you have nothing to loose. Thats Beau in a nutshell.*

Pondicherry, 2008 - Haha! I'm barefoot!

Then there is my second biggest project at the moment. After having rediscovered an old friend from India, Sebastian, to cut a long story short I started working with his father's company, VitalLink ( a system/hardware combination that enables easy online call/computer use for elders). This company is very interesting, making contact easier with technology. Right now it seems everybody is doing this in this time period. The special thing with this company is the're crowd the 'hopeless cases' the ones technology leaves behind since technology is also a synonym for modernism (seen from the perspective of a young one grown up using a computer since the age of three and a grandmother who cannot send sms:s).

The nice things for me is that this project has a bit of a long-term aspect to it (as in is Isa time long-term). I am also encouraged to put my soul into this project, to come with ideas and inspiration. At the moment I acknowledge that with 'all the things' happening, I am putting what I see as my personal minimum into it. Doing the things I say I'll do as good as I can. I am - regardless of the previous words - excited by the idea that I may find in Isian (inspired isa) way to contribute to this project - putting life into all the corners of my existence, v. the getting it done model.

And here! I haven't even begun. I still have my two - seemingly pending website projects. One in Spain, one in Germany. Both with horse people. Both really exciting, but pending due to something in common between horse people - it seems they are good at filling their calenders? (said in a joking tone with a smile).

Once I move to Germany there are also a bunch of little local things to partake in... and that is not even to go into all the fun Sebastian and I could have with our shared love of photography, computers and music.

 Tears of Faith (Work in Progress) by Iraisis

Or my love of making music... or my love of dancing.. singing . but these two are progressive, and only really involve me (but in a sense, they are the most important - since they are my metaphor for plugging myself into the wall).

In and around all this the difference between motivation and inspiration is creeping up on me. What does that mean. What does it mean to be motivated to earn v. being inspired to create? Where is the balance? Is there a balance? What am I doing right now and how is it affecting me? Can i chose to create the inspired model in the things i do v. to have the getting it done attitude?

As Björk says:

It takes Courage, to enjoy it... 
the hardcore and the gentle
big time sensuality

  06 Big Time Sensuality by user927746

Little play on life there - takes courage to enjoy life - for what it is..

All love - and Oh! Happy times of year to everyone reading, and of course, everyone else especially, since the're not reading (pun intended).

*Merrry Christmas Beau! There is my little present to you, just couldn't help thinking that after having written something so nice and real about you. ;)

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Continuing, My own life!

Since I left the farm (Skogsberg, Sweden) I have led life feeling that I am my own life. Independent, and in a way beyond any way that I have explored before.

Turning 18 had a lot to do with it. A growing need to make my own worth. And that literally as well. Money. Time to earn it myself. Time to give and receive the energy of my life. Time to explore what my life really is. Me. I. Am.

Who do I want to be? What to do? Where to go? How? Why do I do what I do? Love.

Hitchhiking was like a long metaphorical movie, called ISA. Showing me a fresh view of the mindset that creates and manifests this life.

Beautiful, is this reminder of the flow of life. A constant direction, only ever one choice, to KEEP GOING. To put that sign out and receive. To enter the world like a bird with a tail wind; flying south.

As I listen to Part of the Earth I realize that there is no lack of spirit. Now I focus on pursuit. Direction. A continuous will.

A job, self discipline. Expanding my limits. Gaining energy, money, drive. And finding places to put/spend it.

We'll see!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Htichhiking - a completely amazing journey

Hello my dearest friends and Family.

I bring good news from this side of the world (Amsterdam), that I have arrived. I got at Beau''s house at 13:30 today. My trip has shown me a world that brings up fear and has over and over introduced me to wonderful people and amazing situations. I've enjoyed (almost) every minute of this trip (because there were countless minutes standing on roadsides devistaded by peoples expressions (or lack of) almost ready to collapse with exasperation - and not being willing to go there sense, well, it really didn't get me any closer to where i wanted to be!)....

Beau and I will hit the road soon, the best way of knowing what I'm doing is checking my blog sense I won't be doing emails so much... but it doens't mean you can't write!

Love, to you all. Isa.

PS, I love trucks!

Monday, June 14, 2010


This is my photography portfolio of my favorite photos taken from february onwards. It's a mix of winter into summer, flowers and animals... people. You'll see ;)

Thanks for watching, love to hear from you!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Thriller Sweden

A flower unfolding... and a surprise among the folds of my unwinding life. "Thriller Sweden" as we have boldly named the group is inspired by Micheal Jackson's music video for Thriller.

Zombies creep and crawl and the beat is irresistible. Örebro is also a cold and dark around the zombie time of the year, Halloween. So how perfect wouldn't it be to have a dans performance of the Thriller dans? This idea has evolved since the early winter last year. Has ofcourse taken some turns. Folded and whirled a few times and is now taken on it's shape.

On the 6th of april we had our first meeting, the choreographer, the organizers and the dancers! Of course the whole project, since we are all quite new to the idea the project is very organic. We are perfecting it as we go. I am very baffled by how it is, and that it is, happening though.

It started with my mother's enthusiasm, of course. She has the contacts and the nerves. We began sharing the idea with people we knew and started getting a more clear idea of what we were looking at. My mother at one point introduced me to a woman who is well established in Örebro and had a very big network of connections. Through her I met Idrissa Sanneh who has committed his life to create more possibilities for youth through The Growing Arts foundation. Growing Arts, at present, takes form as a network of over 100 members. They who have access to a recording studio in the basement of Idrissa's Hip-Hop clothing and accessory shop or possibility to perform with dance or music in shows organized by the foundation. A great opportunity for young performers to get confidence, meet others and do what they do best.

I presented my idea to Idrissa and the Growing Arts group and as of today I am part of the board of directors and creating Thriller Sweden with them. We are four project initiators, Idrissa and I as well as two others from the board, Therese Jakobsson and Assiba N'sougan.

In the last month we have been creating the website, printing flyers, spreading info and last tuesday we met our dancers. Now we look forward to getting to know our group and slowly but surely, live up to our name, "Thriller Sweden - Sweden's biggest Micheal Jackson dans core".

Kick Butt,



In the media (swedish):

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Easter in Denmark!

Last year while trading an au pair-ship for horsemanship knowledge in Denmark I met Anna Sofie ('95) and her family. Anna had also been guided by Jasmin, the horsemanship trainer, who is a friend of their family. The two of us did a lot of learning together and I shared my knowledge with her to inspire her relationship with Ofeig, the horse she 'plays' with.

Both Anna and I agree that we enjoyed our time together to much to be apart any longer so i skipped a doodle over to denmark on the easter holidays (one week).

On arrival we went to visit Ofeig and within the next few days i resumed my training, or what i prefer to call sharing sessions with Anna as well as playing with Lucky a horse i had met last summer.

At Lucky's stabbles I met Gry (pronounced with a particular scandinavian 'y' not explainable in english!), an elderly horsemanship enthusiast. We shared a words and Anna and I watched her work one of her horses one evening. The next day i also invited her to watch while I played with Lucky who acted as if I had never left (in more detail, he was just as light in hand and listening like never before).

Gry was excited by my work and I ended up helping her with her horses. She was so grateful in the end that she bought Anna and I a box of chocolates and some danish marzipan easter eggs!

I was also thrilled when another rider from Ofeig's stables asked me to ride her horse. Due to the little amount of time in Denmark this didn't lead to much.

I enjoyed staying with her wonderful family; Bente and Christian her parents, herself, and Maximillian her older brother. They have a cozy farm out in the Danish countryside with sheep, hens and a full fledge vegetable garden. In the summer time last year roses blossomed along there drive and flowers in all colors of the rainbow smiled at me from the garden. I was happy to return this year.

Anna and i made sure to make a little inspirational record of our feats. I made sure to film her one evening while I was guiding her in her play with Ofeig. She did loose work and our little film mystically illustrates Ofeig's attentiveness and the bond between the two of them.

In general I felt warmly welcome and appreciated in Denmark, especially in the horse scene. I have been discouraged in Sweden in the past due to not being know and thus not initially trusted by horse owners. I now feel inspired to inspire horsemanship again though. I am always happy when that energy streams through me.

Thanks for reading, and enjoy the film...

Photos from the trip

Friday, March 12, 2010

One Hour Design

A friend of the house calls. "... I would love your help with something. I need my logo sent to a company tonight, is this possible?".

It's 10:00. There's school tomorrow... 

"Yeah, of course! Do you know how Skype works?". A ten minute intro to Skype, and were ready to discuss the logo. "What are your ideas? ... The more clear you are about what you want the faster I can work". Teaching about sending files. I discuss fonts while I download the images she likes which takes a few minutes. "What kind of fonts do you like?". ..."OK, I'll call you back after I've made an example image of the fonts i think you'll like."

"Hi again, did you receive the file? ...Ah the last one? And what about the images?  ...Ok, sounds good, I'll call back once I've got a draft". 

I show her a few ideas, she's really excited and I'm quick surprised by my effeciency. I make a few changes.

"Ok, what about this...?"

23:00... sent.

I love it when I surprise myself. When I accomplish something new. In this case the outcome is simple. Although after having crammed discussions, Skype lessons and personality / brand analyzation into one hour, I do feel good.

...and Hey! I get a massage/ spa treatment + another addition to my portfolio!

Next up?


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Capturing Koda

Chapter one in the Isa - Beau Adventures

Beau is an amazing person. She lives in a world dramatically different then many people can imagine. At the age of ten she moved to India with her mother. Although she was born in Holland she sees India as her home.

We met for the first time at a stable in Auroville, South India, where a horse I was caring for lived. Beau and I got to know each other very fast. We soon trusted each other with our lives and spent as much time together as we could.

Years after we met Beau told me of a new project she was organizing. It turned out that she had come in contact with a friendly Dutch family moving to Tiruvannamalai, Beau's home town. This family was looking for activities in India for their only child. Beau heard of this, as well as the fact that this boy, Sasha, enjoyed horseback riding and she immediately snatched the opportunity and conjured a plan.
She spoke with the family about her wide experience with horses and shared ideas and possibilities with them. Since there were no riding institutions in the radius of 150 km Beau suggested that they would buy two horses. They owned plenty of land so it was no problem for them to do this. Sasha would also have a unlimited opportunity to learn about horses.
During the winter months of the year 2008 Beau began to look into this idea and analysed what would be needed to make it work. The family approved of her idea and it was set into motion.
Over this time Beau shared the idea with me and explained her motivations for organizing the project. She had the responsibility of designing the stables, finding and buying the horses, and calculating costs, everything. But the exciting part was that, since the family in question didn't have any experience with horses, she would practically be the owner of them.
When I heard this I was thrown off my feet in awe. She had come up with the idea and confidently accepted the responsibility involved. I was astonished. I remember Beau saying "Isa, could we do this project together, you and I? It would be really fu..." My thoughts cut her off, I was breathless, my mind racing away on two horses with Beau over the Indian planes. "Of course! yes, yes, yes!" I dropped my life and left for Tiru.

Bag packed with horse equipment and a small
 bundle of clothes, off to Tiru it was!

It was at this point that Beau and i began to explore our strengths as a team. It was time to get the act on the road.

Beau began contacting riding institutions around South India in search of one pony and a larger horse. We knew that the Divali festival was coming. Every year on the full moon in December millions of people from all over India would come to the city of Tiruvannamalai. They walked the 7 km ring road around the the holy mountain Arunachalai, to then finally climb to its summit where a large basin full of ghee (a type of clarified butter) stood burning creating a great fire. This upcoming festival also, very conveniently hosted an annual horse market. But in the market the scarcity of finding a horse that is both physically and mentally healthy is in fact frightening for any "Velakara" (westerner or white skinned in Tamil, the language of the region). 

In India, the choice of horses is very limited. The most common horses are small ponies, or the neighborhood "trash". These ponies are sold at low costs during the annual markets all over India. Broken thoroughbred "spills" from the race track are also given for free to any taker, versus being slaughtered. But strongly contrasting these two are the well entitled "Kings Horses", India's very own Kathiawari and Marwari breeds. The now few remaining horses in the breeds being the remnants of India's finest war horses, in the time when that was real.

One early morning in November, 2008, Beau and I set off by taxi to Bangalore. We were intent on finding a healthy and strong and humble horse and were set to buy if we succeeded. Since Beau and I were accustomed to traveling with local buses taking a taxi gave a pure luxury feeling. Buses were extremely cheap and a memory for life each time; hot and sweaty, live with the smells of the passing villages and people crammed in so tight that they pop out the windows. Women adorned with their beautiful sarees and golden jewelry sat together on one row, while the men sat on another. But not this trip. We sat lazily watching the scenery fly by, every once in while trying to strike a few words in Tamil with the driver, and embarrassed ourselves.
Our first visit was to one of Bangalore's riding stables. I had memories of this place. I had spent my eleventh birthday here and participated in a riding lesson. I was thrown up on the back of a young Marwari, who had recently been taken out of the racing industry and he surely proved this past to me. I had accidentally leaned forward which turned out to be a queue and he raced four uncontrollable laps around the arena with me before he was finally stopped by the teacher. We were all quite surprised I survived that, well, that I stayed on. Although honestly I was thrilled the whole time and thought of it as a great experience.

I was now here again, 6 years later and quite surprised to have ever returned. We had arrived early so we had some time till the manager of the stables would meet us. Being the young obnoxious (non-) ladies we were we took the liberty to see ourselves around. We fluttered through just about every stable corner and took a peak at the numerous equine souls hosted there. The manager had explained in an email that the horse we would look at was white with brown spots. We decided to stroll around and see if we could find him. Takoda (meaning friend of all in Native American), which he would come to be called, stood lonesomely in his own small rectangular paddock, smelling the flowers...

Once we found Takoda we confidently jumped the fence into his paddock and "shook hoofs"; watched him move and let him come inspect us. Did he trust humans? Was he afraid of things easily? Any obvious health issues? We soon waddled easily around the paddock while he tagged after nibbling at my hat (somehow the smell of leather had gotten to him. It was an interesting phenomenon he seemed to say). Later on the manager arrived she then formally introduced us to Takoda and we both rode him. He was young spirited and energetic. Since he would be primarily for Beau, and Sasha would have his own pony, it didn't matter if Koda (which became his nickname) was a more difficult horse.

Before making any irrational decisions that day we visited another stable “ the Princess Stables”. Along with the ridiculous name came a disgrace to the horse world. An institution that leased horses for Bollywood films, as well as an amateur riding school and a resale junction for Marwari’s imported from the north. With bamboo poles tied between trees these skinny, soul-less horses were kept contained in their own dirt till they would be sold or used. We new right away we didn’t want anything to do with supporting this place. We quickly left this place and drove back to the other stables to claim Takoda

Koda would stay in Bangalore till the stables back home were finished and we had found a friend for him.

Beau began to design the stables with guidance from an architect (a relative of Beau’s) who had designed the families house on the same property. Since India has a warm climate, the needs of the horses were few and beside from the stables needing to be shelter from sun, wind and rain, she had very free hands. It became a very cozy looking "keet roofed" (which is a braided palm leaf) cement floored hut with metal poles for walls.

Now Divali was upon us. We visited the market everyday over the three days it was running. Among the hundred shabby ponies we spotted an interesting horse who caught our eye. At first we judged this horse as an aggressive mare, but we turned out to be quite wrong about him. He turned out to be a gelding and due to his overgrown hooves was in pain and had thus taken on ta very sour expression. By the time we had explored the whole market we returned him and both Beau and I had become attached to this horse. He had the looks of an angel, two blue eyes and a golden mane. We kept getting the feeling that he had a very deep soul that yearned to be understood. I remember Beau and I agreeing that if we had had the money and a more stable lifestyle we would have bought Majura ourselves right then and there. But for Sasha, an 8 year old boy with little experience? We were initially uncertain if it was a good idea.

We returned the next day to give him a chance. In a small field in the back of the market we rode him to see how he reacted to a rider. Our insecurities were rapidly changing and by the end of the three days our decision was made, it was time to take him home.

That evening was an adventure in itself. This was the biggest night of the festival. We had just payed for Majura and were going to walk him to a friend's cow shed which was near the market. He would then stay there till the next morning when we would come to walk him home. The interesting part about that night was getting him to the shed. We would have to lead him on the ring road which was crammed with people all walking like a ravenous river around the mountain. We also realized we had to walk against the stream to get there. To make matters even more complicated, we had no idea how Majura would handle any of this. To our shear surprise this horse was calmer then a sleeping cat. We plowed through the hordes of people, bumping in to women who screamed in shock and men who would follow us dreadfully curious of these two young female velakara and wanting to pat the horse. It was an amazing scene; people all around, loud noises, sarees in the colors of the rainbow passing by us and lights shinning from all the shops and food stands. There we were - Beau, this beautiful horse and I. We felt like royalty.

A month had past, the stables were finished and Majura was patiently eating the few straws of grass left from the monsoon in his new home. It was now time transport Koda to Tiru. The plan was to take a taxi to Bangalore and then travel together with Koda back home in a vandi, a medium size truck. 
That day in Bangalore we had a lot of time to waste so we decided to ride Koda before loading him into the vandi. This was also convenient because it would drain his energy so the coming trip would be less dangerous. A slightly hectic afternoon had soon passed where Beau and I took turns riding Koda, who, since he hadn't been ridden in the last six months was packed with energy. Once the evening began to roll in we packed up and prepared for the journey ahead.

The events of that evening were not experiences that Beau and I are proud of. This vandi, which was the best sort of transport available, was a simple truck which the stable's staff had filled with straw and tied bamboo poles inside to make a compartment for Koda. We decided that I would lead him in, which I did with surprising ease. But I was relieved too soon. The staff was going to tie the remaining poles to keep Koda in place and then due to miss communication, Koda decided to flee. He jolted passed me straight through the ground of workers sending one of them crashing onto the ground and possibly braking his leg and bruising the others. This experience came to show how easily and quickly things can go wrong while working with horses.

In the end Beau and I had finally found ourselves in the back of the vandi with a tense and sedated horse tied into a corner of the vandi. We shared shifts of staying awake; comforting Koda or cuddling up best as we could in the straw in attempts to catch a wink of sleep. When we finally got home the sun was still slumbering. We both agreed that I'd be the one to lead and handle Koda. We weren't sure what he would do once he was free from his compartment and we were quite right to be cautious.

In the dark of night I did my best to prepare myself while Beau untied the poles. Any one who knows about horses, or physics for that matter, knows a horse will always win the battle of strength. Once Koda realized he wasn't tied up anymore he began to let out his anxiety, he took a big leap off the edge of the vandi which was a meter off the ground and even with a rope halter and the long lead rope I was on the verge of control. Luckily Koda quickly realized I had a hold of his head, so to say. I took a few deep breathes, let my heartbeat slow, and yawned to release as much tension as I could (this also being equine gesture to of relaxation). I then lead him to his new stable to meet Majura. All the pieces in place, we sighed, relaxed and smiled in awe at our accomplishments as we eagerly viewed Majura and Koda greet each other for the first time.

Soon there after Beau began riding lessons with Sasha and we watched the horses grow accustomed to each other and the new environment. We enjoyed the shade from the hot India sun while the horses ecstatically prance around their new paddock, golden manes flowing in the breeze. Somewhere in my mind, a little bird was telling me, life is beautiful. But even after all of this excitement, what I've come to call our real adventures still hadn't started.

A picture from one of our 'real adventures' taken spring of 2009.

Photo Courtesy: - Beau Bikker - Isa Stewart

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Moonshadow (Simplified)

Childhood lullaby, my father played for me.

Moonshadow - Cat Stevens

 Chords (My father's version):

D                           G   D       G          
Oh, I'm bein' followed by a moonshadow, moon shadow, 
D                       G   D       G          
Leapin and hoppin' on a moonshadow, moonshadow,

G        D    G       D      G       D       A7 
And if I ever lose my hands, lose my plough, lose my land, 
G       D    G       D          A7    D   
Oh if I ever lose my hands, The way...    
             A7      D 
I won't have to work no more.

G        D    G       D      G       D       A7 

And if I ever lose my eyes, if my colours all run dry,
G       D    G       D         A7    D
Oh if I ever lose my eyes, The Way...           
             A7     D
I won't have to cry no more. 


G        D    G       D      G       D        A7 

And if I ever lose my legs, I won't moan, and I won't beg,
G        D    G       D         A7    D            
Yes if I ever lose my legs, The way...   
             A7      D
I won't have to walk no more.

G        D    G       D      G      D      A7

And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north and south,
G        D    G       D          A7    D
Yes if I ever lose my mouth, The way...          
             A7       G/D
I won't have to talk... mm mm

E7                  A        E                    A
Did it take long to find me? I asked the faithful light. 
E                   A        E7                         
Did it take long to find me? And are you gonna stay the 


G   A7      D           G   A7      D 
moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

A Recollection / Graphic Design Portfolio

   Once in the late 90's an ambitious young one curiously asked a friend of the family who was working at a computer "What are you doing?" And that was the start of it all.

He showed me how to make a heart in Photoshop. "I'm gonna learn how to do this one day" I reflected, and thought nothing more of it, until now. It's wonderful to look back and realize you've achieved something you set out to do, without even realizing you set out to do it!

Initially, I started by learning about graphic design and through simple social sites, where I also got a taste of HTML, the building blocks of websites. Later on, once I had moved to India, my father introduced me to CSS, the wife of HTML "who adds style to content.” In other words, I was beginning to look at the websites I visited in a different way, I was beginning to understand how they worked.

I was testing and tinkering, learning and comprehending - and failing - a lot. But after a while by the spring of 2007 I had created my own little website. It was white and had green buttons for navigation, with "Isa Stewart" written at the top in a clear and gentle font. This was my first attempt, and I proudly kept it running with photos and an "about me" section explaining my unusual lifestyle.

In the making of my first website I began to see that boxy-looking sites weren't good enough for me, especially being the mac* fan I was. I could make a site with text and a few colors, but I wanted smooth-looking transitions, some fade ins and shadows. More research, more tinkering, and voila - GIMP. Free, and definitely good enough! Now combining my images made in Gimp with my HTML and CSS knowledge, I could get the effects I was looking for.

Soon my first chance for creating a website, and earning some money for doing it, was coming. My good friend Beau Bikker was making websites with Dreamweaver and earning a few thousand rupees for each finished design (1000 INR roughly 20 USD). I saw the trend of using these website-making programs but did not like the idea of not using my knowledge of the HTML and CSS languages that I had learned.

Fall 2007, I got my first job, which went sadly, down the drain. I had encountered many problems. The leap from making a small and cozy personal website to a company website for a friend of the family was quite big. There was a photographer hired to get good photos and there was a team of students from the US volunteering at this company in Auroville, India who were going to help me with the design. But it was too much, I soon I lost confidence. I felt I didn't have enough experience. The project fell into the dust.

Since this was all a hobby of mine, I pretty much laid off for a while, feeling uninspired by not finishing my first job and not believing I could have made something that would have worked esthetically. I also let my own website go and stopped updating the photos.

But in this pause in website enthusiasm, I did not forget the skills I had developed in GIMP, the program I used for making background images and such for my websites. I started fooling around with GIMP and in 2008 I realized I could make business cards, brochures, leaflets and such in it.

Spring 2008 I got lucky, my father’s partner was just starting Joy Living and Learning Center in Joy community where I lived in Auroville and she offered me the job of creating their logo. Again I was attempting to do something in which I had little experience, but this time I wasn't going to give up. After hours of work I finally came forward with these ideas for the Center’s logo.

 The last one became the logo. Yeah! I did it! -The figure could have been a portrait of me...

At the same time I got to learn the hard way about pixel resolution  (size of the photo) while producing a batch of 50 business cards for her that came out blurry - I know I will always have much more to learn.

Joy Living and Learning Center advertisements posted in Auroville, India.

In February of 2009 I started a project, Natural Horse, where I wanted to create an information-based site to share what I knew about my favorite subject "the new era of horse and human relations.” I am still trying to find a good way to build this site since I want it to be interactive - discussion as well as information. I also need a team, badly.
2009 has become the year for learning about being efficiency. For example using existing online bloging sites and customizing them instead of building my own from scratch (which is very gnarly). Or using website-making/network-building sites like ning. In the beginning I was rebellious about using these because I felt very limited by the platform and couldn't personalize it as much as I was used to as well as using the same strategies I was used to.

But my rebellion began to turn when I started doing projects for Butterfly, A ning based site. Where I had a wonderful time creating the butterfly logo that is now widely used by the company. Shown are two business cards I designed for Butterfly. is a social network based around healing work 
and life coaching founded by Ann-Charlotte Stewart.

Butterfly business card from 2008 and a later design in 2009.

I had by now found my niche - Without throwing away any of my knowledge I could make aesthetic and functional sites. And I did.

Visit the swedish site Den Nya Jorden Vaknar (The new world awakens) at My personal page in this network - another example of evolving ning.

There are so many options out there for making websites these days. I found that the best way to roll, is to roll along with the flow. For myself I have now seemingly found a solution for my own website needs, being this blog. I have come to realize that simplicity is a very strong factor with websites, if it's not simple and easy to use it won't last. This was also very clear to me after running my first site.

 These days I enjoy to making personal websites, or ning sites, for people as well as graphical designs and etc.. As you will realize from reading my story I have learned most of what I know from figuring it out on my own. It's a great accomplishment and I look forward to find out where these skills will bring me in the future.
And I only just figured out a month ago where all this actually started - cheers to dreams, Isa Stewart.

               The Butterfly logo.

*referring to the computer company Apple and there mac computers.