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character
Thursday July 2, 2009
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.” – Oscar Wilde
“People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
images by: emma mcnally
via: butdoesitfloat
life
Tuesday June 16, 2009
“Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying” – Simone de Beauvoir
source: heartdew
Exquisite Pain
Monday June 15, 2009
I’ve always enjoyed Sophie Calle’s work. She gives new meaning to introspection and in some of her work, stalking. One could easily replace “art” for “stalking,” in her observational and artistic studies of others. She muddles art & life but still manages to illuminate the lives of those she barely knows.
Still, it is her introspection that I am mostly captivated by. She reflects honestly about her suffering in Exquisite Pain (92 days to unhappiness). Even more, I have a very special fondness with my bed. I am obsessed with my dreams and what happens in my mind in the hours of sleep.
I am naturally drawn to this personalized project. It is my need to know more about my life. This is what i call my own “narcissistic egoism.” Slightly redundant yes but… I suppose that is me in a nutshell. I am constantly going in circles in search of myself.
I am often thinking…
How and when does the head override the heart?
It takes a lifetime to get to know those around you.
How long does it take to know yourself??
source: tzeroxymox
Elly Yap's Cacti
Wednesday June 10, 2009
These are fantastic.
source: Elly Yap’s Flickr
via: dearada
wing to wing and oar to oar
Wednesday June 3, 2009
image via: 2 or 3 things I know
“To do it better requires beginning not from theory but from practice, with the grainy particularities of everyday live. In everyday life, people in love or people contemplating marriage ask themselves very specific, concrete questions. Am I really in love, or is this mere infatuation or just plain lust? How can I tell? Is my love for him (or her) reciprocated? How can I be sure? Do I as a man (woman) love in the same way as she (he) loves as a woman (man)? Do we seek the same things from on another? Is sex lovemaking? What has sex to do with love, or love with sex? Is there a difference between being in love and loving? Can my lover also be my friend? Can one be in love with, or can one love, more than one person? Can this love I have last? Forever? Regardless of how we change or what happens to us? How? Is there really somebody out there who is my destiny? Is there somebody out there who will love me, as I am and for myself? Is there somebody out there for me to love? If not now, when?”
excerpt from:
Wing to Wing, Oar to Oar: Readings on Courting and Marrying
by Amy A. Kass & Leon R. Kass
I have answered all these questions … and more.
falling up
Friday May 29, 2009
source: my ffffound
today:
I was hit hard with a feeling of emptiness. I generally don’t notice it… I hide it with ‘things to do.’ But I felt more today than I have in the past.
I actually let myself fall under it for a while.
yesterday:
I was very happy.
I enjoyed every step I took to work and every step I took home
with all the rain we had, the air held such crisp clean smells
I would close my eyes while walking, slightly lay my had back a bit towards the sun, inhale deeply…and just smile in awe at the brief ecstatic instant…
tomorrow:
they’re all the leads of their own stories. they have to be given their due.
sometimes we need no words at all, but merely share the flow of imagery in our two minds.
what I have been doing:
distracting discoveries,
finding anything remotely creative and inspiring in my feeds,
finding more websites to invest myself creatively (even if only for a short while),
finding new music and old music, but new in general,
pulling weeds,
talking to my plants,
cleaning,
organizing,
smelling the back of Pushkin’s head,
re-organizing,
snuggling with the Push,
ffffinding on ffffound,
always wondering about each day and how I am playing it out…
Love, Lust, Infatuation, or...other?? part II
Tuesday May 19, 2009
sources: my ffffound
Image: #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6, #7, #8, #9, #10
Sara Marie Blakely: Finn/Wake
Tuesday April 28, 2009
My sister’s thesis installation with beautiful dancing words…
I’m so ashamed and disappointed I didn’t get to see this in person.
A typographic installation, “Finn/Wake” reconstructs a night-dream series text from James Joyce’s novel: Finnegans Wake. Where Ulysses was a book of the day, Finnegans Wake is a book of the night or “nought-time.” Joyce purposely obscures what our eyes can(not) see by blurring over 17 different languages. Within this installation text is freed from the page and given a physical shape. Painted as a night-time landscape where language and vision are never fully discernible, the viewer experiences a moment of Joyce’s word play, outside of the page reading black text on a black background. Exhibited in the University of Michigan Warren Robbins Gallery, March 2008. Materials: masonite, wood, paper, mounted with insect needles.
source: saramarieblakely
Gerard Richter's routine
Thursday April 16, 2009
He wakes at 6:15 every morning. He makes breakfast for his family, takes Ella to school at 7:20 and is in the studio by 8. At 1 o’clock, he crosses the garden from the studio back to the house. The grass in the garden is uncut. Richter proudly points this out, to show that even it is a matter of his choosing, not by chance. At 1 o’clock, he eats lunch in the dining room, alone. A housekeeper lays out the same meal for him each day: yogurt, tomatoes, bread, olive oil and chamomile tea.
After lunch, Richter returns to his studio to work into the evening. ‘‘I have always been structured,’‘ he explains. ‘‘What has changed is the proportions. Now it is eight hours of paperwork and one of painting.’‘ He claims to waste time — on the house, the garden — although this is hard to believe. ‘‘I go to the studio every day, but I don’t paint every day. I love playing with my architectural models. I love making plans. I could spend my life arranging things. Weeks go by, and I don’t paint until finally I can’t stand it any longer. I get fed up. I almost don’t want to talk about it, because I don’t want to become self-conscious about it, but perhaps I create these little crises as a kind of a secret strategy to push myself. It is a danger to wait around for an idea to occur to you. You have to find the idea.’‘ As he talks, I notice a single drop of paint on the floor beneath one of his abstract pictures, the only thing out of place in the studio.
quoted source: dailyroutines.typepad.com
via: hopingforhappyaccidents
image source: gerhard-richter.com
Johnny Kelly: The Seed
Saturday April 11, 2009
These make me smile.
(I like the bird scene in The Seed, it actually made me laugh.)
The Seed from Johnny Kelly on Vimeo.
source: dearada
Shelly from Johnny Kelly on Vimeo.
A lasting winter
Friday April 10, 2009
Me:
“Crucial point one day becomes a crime.”
Winter:
Despite being so cold and ever-lasting, it can be very beautiful. Especially knowing that once you’re close to the end, there lies the prospect of new life and change.
Today:
Torn.
I can find the beauty in something that offers the feeling of the-surreal yet I hesitate if it is so cold and unfeeling.
source: violetjuliaart
I'm Only Sleeping
Wednesday April 8, 2009
When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, I’m still yawning
When I’m in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream (float up stream)
Please, don’t wake me, no, don’t shake me
Leave me where I am – I’m only sleeping
Everybody seems to think I’m lazy
I don’t mind, I think they’re crazy
Running everywhere at such a speed
Till they find there’s no need (there’s no need)
Please, don’t spoil my day, I’m miles away
And after all I’m only sleeping
Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time
Lying there and staring at the ceiling
Waiting for a sleepy feeling…
Please, don’t spoil my day, I’m miles away
And after all I’m only sleeping
Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time
When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, I’m still yawning
When I’m in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream (float up stream)
Please, don’t wake me, no, don’t shake me
Leave me where I am – I’m only sleeping
ffffound
Tuesday April 7, 2009
If you are coming to my site inquiring for a ffffound invite…
I am sorry:
source: yours truly
Lark: Zeha Berlin Ankle Boots
Monday April 6, 2009
I had an old post for Zeha Berlin Boots that I ordered from Lark, a store based in Vancouver, British Columbia.
First off let me just say, sometimes… I can be an idiot. When I ordered these boots from Lark I had no idea what my size was and instead of inquiring with the store, I was overly excited and ended up ordering a pair of boots that were definitely beautiful, but way too big. Thankfully Veronika at Lark, was not only incredibly helpful, but so kind through the whole return process. She gave me some options for different boots that were in my size or another option… I could wait ‘til Spring when the store would have different Zeha styles and colors. Not set on the options at hand, I said I would wait.
And here they are (pictures below), I cant wait to wear them!
(One more note of kindness… Veronkia even shipped my new boots for free!)
source: Lark on Flickr
via: Lark.me
