November 25, 2008
My Little Beach Shack
I just moved into a house, only one minute walk to the beach.
The salt-stained breeze delivers peace and creativity.
Finally, a fresh place to call home and to aesthetically punctuate!
I'm going with the pastels. The house being a pastel blue.
The old green table was found out the back and brought to the porch.
Lilac and Green antique bottles hold sprays of beach flora.
The table will be scattered with tea candles when guests converge to natter over tumblers of white wine.
The wrought iron cage houses memories of travels, sea creatures from afar.
The new bikini hangs, dripping salty water onto the wooden slats below.
Even the teacups and crockery will be bought to suit the colours, all sea-tones with hints of rose and yellow.
[current mood] Home-made Buckwheat Porridge & Mega Puss
November 21, 2008
Bigbug meets Ladybug
Bigbug was discovered on windscreen wiper today.
He was picked up by his rabbit-ear and placed on a two dimensional landscape created to suit his accoutrement. His archaic, desaturated crust.
Ladybug was collected on index finger and roamed the barren divide between her and purple blossoms.
She tackled BigBug the mountain. And won.
[current mood] Infectious Enthusiasm & TV on The Radio
November 17, 2008
I sometimes daydream of being a painter, if only I could coordinate that thought with the purchasing of paints and canvas, and further collide it with the concentration to sit down and do the painting. Alas, my self doubt probably freezes that one over all too effectively.
In the contemplation of this concept, once again, whilst in Africa and with the doll-making memories of saddle, blanket and running stitch taking over my visual cortex, I landed upon the idea of expressing my artistic ideas through the needle!
Not only is the technique very slow and limited, it takes away the need for perfection because the beauty in stitch is actually imperfection. With limited 'notes', you can 'paint' a simpler, more expressive picture.
It takes away the need to be as good as Renoir, and allows the outcome to be expressed from somewhere deep within. Like writing with your left hand, stitching is so removed from normal paint brush motorskills that the pressure is off, and the subconscious can speak.
I have come up with a couple of little projects on which I may shine more light later on,
But for now, I have stitched a little book of messages (above) and stitched a thank you note to my recently visited internet friend, Carla.
Carla found me via this blog years ago when she searched for Mafia threats and came across some silly graphic I constructed for unpaying clients. Of all things!
Turns out that Carla and I are kindred spirits - designers, gigglers and lovers of all things beautiful and crafty. We risked meeting up in 'real life' this month, in Capetown. And from the minute I spotted her taxi sign, we laughed, and didn't stop for a week. Turns out she was just as I imagined via some emailed words and pictures!
What a relief that the internet didn't lie, didn't produce a 70 year old pedophile creep, but instead, two real women who have formed a genuine friendship. Thanks www! You've come a long way since 1997.
[current mood] Mango and Strawberry Thickshake & The one-song soundtrack to Anne of Green Gables