It's an addiction, really.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
I feel kindred spirits with the man in the photograph above, taken by Nichole from Little Brown Pen. Nichole writes:
I don't know why but peering into the window of a warmly lit cafe on a cold winter night is just about the best sight ever.
I see myself there, too - but writing with gusto avec my own glass of wine.
[nichole's flicker here]
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.
“Surely you know what a kiss is?” she asked, aghast.
“I shall know when you give it to me,” he replied stiffly, and not to hurt his feeling she gave him a thimble.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Stirring, this critique by Damien James on artist / mother Delaine Le Bas:
Le Bas recasts the sensationalist presentation of the ‘Juju house’ with reference to her Gypsy identity, taking objects invested by her people with emotive power and positioning them in circumstances that echo historical trauma. String lengths hanging like snakes-cum-cobwebs create a delicate claustrophobia, simultaneously enticing and warning of those who spin them, hidden out of sight. The stark and jerry-built shack of the shanty town tells fairy tales about real people: prisoners; adventurers; victims; aggressors; travellers; children.
Still more - very much worth the read - here.
[image entitled The House of Juju Queen 2007 / 2008 courtesy of Galerie Giti Nourbakhsch]
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters - sometimes very hastily - but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.
[original maurice sendak art via here]
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Artisitc tendencies have been bubbling ever since B gave me the okay to paint "doors, walls, whatever I want". But I have been busy, and so my pedicure received the best of my suppressed creativity.
It was an eventful visit to the nail salon - the confusion surrounding my color selection was astounding. But I persisted, tipped generously, and then got the hell out of there. Definitely can't show my face in Pro Nails on Transit Road for a while, but I love the end result.
The photo above wasn't meant to be blurry - I'm keeping it. Reminds me of skittles.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Weekends with B are meaningful - they mean cuddling, coffee, conversation, etc. Weekends also mean several trips to Lowe's (usually three) and tackling one home project after another. Without fail, the end result is stunning. His handiness astounds me.
A few lessons learned:
Yoga breathing helps with things like stripping screws and 1/16th of an inch and counterintuitive wiring.
Shop Vacs can get rid of a lot of bugs in a short amount of time.
Dogs that shed named Mylie are poor substitutes for paint rollers.
Fireflies are intriguing and neon green.
It feels exceptionally gratifying to work hard with someone you love.
Projects on the horizon include replacing four doors upstairs, landscaping the front yard, one kitchen, two bathrooms, and building a chandelier (think: driftwood, thick rope, pulleys, and an antique steel candelabra). As one would guess, more to come.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
I love him for his intelligence, his sensitivity, his courage. I love him wholly and unconditionally without reservation. I love him enough to take risks. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
It has been a while. With the need to provide a mass update, I return to my space here. In the last month, I have traded, moved, resigned, and fallen, and I could not be happier -
I traded my BlackBerry for an iPhone 4; my swift typing ability went from superhuman to sausage fingers.
I moved from Hoboken to Western New York; the festivals up here are endless.
I resigned from my corporate career in automotive; I work as an assistant director for a yoga studio.
I fell in love with a sweet boy with an unwavering aversion to tomatoes; cooking dinner has become a challenge.
The resigning and falling parts were mutually exclusive yet impeccably timed. And the genuine support offered up from all sides gave me courage and faith. (Ayn Rand helped -
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.)
More to come, as all of a sudden, I have time again.
As ever -
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
A work of art is good if it has grown out of necessity. In this manner of its origin lies its true estimate: there is no other. Therefore, I could give you no advice but this: to go into yourself and to explore the depths whence your life wells forth; at its source you will find the answer to the question whether you must create. Accept it as it sounds.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
The first part I have down all too well; the second part could use work. It's possible my struggle is in direct correlation with the population’s sudden abandonment of truth and integrity. Well maybe not the entire population, but I'll tell you - that 10% speaks so loudly I can hardly hear much else.
[print by Anthony Burrill]
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Overwhelmed Genevieve, meet inspiration; the timing is reliably inopportune. Heavy-lidded eyes glance dubiously from the laptop screen to the tube of rich bronze paint on the dresser. Go, choose the words that move you most, awake the midnight blue walls of your temporary home.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
There is no blue without yellow or without orange.
Blue is my favorite color. Well, blue and red, but no matter - I'm not one to hold the word "favorite" to its singular meaning. I should probably get my hands on these to test the validity of Van Gogh's statement above. Yes? (Dad, don't answer that.)
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
My loyal yet defenseless pashmina was no match for today's temperatures in upstate NY. I'd venture to guess living in 12 degree weather absolutely necessitates the purchasing of Spratters & Jayne's tube infinity scarf. Five of them even.
[Indebted, quite literally, to Design Crush for the tip-off]
[Indebted, quite literally, to Design Crush for the tip-off]
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
I must learn to love the fool in me, the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.
[image via here]
[image via here]
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Mom, there are two ways to pin these images you've emailed to me.
First, go here: http://pinterest.com/about/goodies/
Make sure that your 'Pin It' button is installed (and visible) on your toolbar.
Once it is installed and visible, come back to this page, click your 'Pin It' button, and then individually pin each image with the description you've specified.
The second way is as follows:
Save all five images below to your desktop (or anywhere else you can access them easily/remember where you've saved them).
At the top of the Pinterest screen (it doesn't matter what screen you're in exactly, as it remains the same), locate the Add+ button on the toolbar. This is directly to the right of the red Pinterest logo.
It will give you the following options: Add a Pin, Upload a Pin, Create a board. Click Upload a Pin.
A box will appear. Click 'Choose File'.
Locate your saved images on your desktop, and one by one, pin them to your preferred board using the description you've specified.
That should do it! I hope this helps!