Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Friday, November 26, 2010

exquisite surfaces

Heart palpitations commence at the thought of this tile, multiplied - my dream kitchen's indulgent backsplash. I salivate.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

peter pan

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

delaine le bas

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

maurice sendak

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]

versus

I love New York City but j'aime Paris even more - this tally of two cities is the perfect parallel.

p.s. Cheers, Kitty Kat.