Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Lollin about and snoozin off too often...need one of these...

Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket 1.Deville III Illuminated Chair 2.Disco Chair 3.Bubble Chair Revisited 4.Bright Woods Collection
It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do. There is no fun in doing nothing when you have nothing to do. Wasting time is merely an occupation then, and a most exhausting one. Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen. [Jerome K Jerome]

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

White Flowers for Japan


Into White
[written by Pamela Terry in response to the disaster in Japan. Read more of Pamela's always insightful thoughts at The House of Edward]

We thought the snows of winter had completely disappeared, but we were wrong.
As we dreamt around the fire, wrapped up tightly in our thoughts, the snowflakes were gathered up from their wet melted state by the bushels and boatloads, the hampers and crates. For weeks and a day Mother Nature turned them over in her celadon hands, commissioning the angels to wash them clean, to flute their edges like bridal gown silk. Now thusly refashioned, all over town, the white snows of winter have reappeared on the pear trees, copious, fluffy and clean, the passementerie of angels, the first sign of Spring.

And I, who always send flowers of white to honour the dead, have heard the great empty silence from far over the oceans as thousands of souls rose up through white clouds.
So I plant white allyssum in planters and windowboxes.
They spill over the stone.
Their fragrance floats on the afternoon air.
With a delicate beauty, they are flowers brave enough to weather all the cold yet to come - each blossom a prayer, each petal a remembrance.

I thought when I was old enough I would understand more, thought the candles on my birthday cake would signify a wisdom denied to the young.
But there are mysteries more enormous and questions more complex than I could ever have imagined when placing my hope in the breadth of my years.
So I plant and I pray, and hold hands with the earth.
As the world turns into white.

Both drawings above from Art & Ghosts.

by Natsuo Ikegami at Chana Bean. Support other artists of Japan here.

We do break like china don't we. We cry. We grieve - for the thousands a of lives shortened; for those left behind in shock and grief; for the transient nature of our existence. Sometimes the pain comes from a feeling of helplessness. There are things we can do. We can all send Metta (loving kindness) across the miles to those who are suffering. If we're financially able, we can donate to appeals such as the Red Cross.We can plant our own white flowers.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Highbrow? Lowbrow? No, it's Monobrow!

Paula Goodbar’s photographic series ‘Homage to Frida’ is exquisite. For around $20 Paula offers 8 x 10 in signed photographic prints here.
Australian Designer Collette Dinnigan with Frida Kahlo as inspiration unveiled her latest collection this week in Paris. ‘Portrait of a Woman’ showcases a kaleidoscope of textures, a richness of silhouettes reminiscent of eras past and prints that encapsulate a uniquely sophisticated turn.

And speaking of monobrows, if you’re in Queensland don’t miss Evangeline Cachinero’s exhibition ‘Highbrow art? Is it Lowbrow art ? No, it's Monobrow!’ showing at the Noosa Regional Gallery from 18 March to 24 April.

Evangeline is a clever little chick utilising social media to encourage participation in the show. Read more about her Twitter project here and check out her YouTube video below.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Her head was full of flowers and yet....

1. Jeff Koons 2. Creative Cellar 3. Tiger Head Designs 4. Clay Flower 22 Photobucket
Vintage head vases incorporated into digital prints and mounted on panel box by Brent Rodgers at Two Little Fruits

Her head was full of flowers
and yet she craved for more.
Sometimes though,
when she forgot to think,
a softness slipped in,
a nothingness,
she exhaled
and felt content.