“I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.”
- Audre Lorde
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
CEDRIC RIVRAIN
MADE WITH LOVE
I am in love with these skirts from Made With Love By Hannah. The fabric is inspired by Bunzlauer pottery, a type of pottery from Poland. For more items inspired by Polish folk art, check out this blog, Laikonik.




MOONLIGHTS
I came across these lighting fixtures a few years ago in a book, I thought they were incredible but ultimately forgot about them. Then last night Angela and I were walking around Berlin and came across the company's showroom. The company is Moonlight, Inc. based out of Germany. They are absolutely gorgeous!




Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
DONT JUST LIE THERE
One thing that will be good about returning to Rhode Island in the middle of winter, is that the terrible weather will give me plenty of time to stay in and quilt! I think for my first real quilt, I'm going to make it a sampler of all the techniques I want to learn. This painting by Delia Brown, titled Rocky Mountain High, has me inspired to try my hand at applique letters. I think my quilt is going to have to incorporate the phrase DONT JUST LIE THERE.


LOUISE BOURGEOIS
Last spring I went to the Louise Bourgeois exhibition at the Hirshhorn Museum in DC. Bourgeois is most-known for her oversized metal spiders, which look undeniably cool. Bourgeois's mother was a tapestry weaver and restorer. Bourgeois's spiders represent her own connection to her mother as a weaver and the way that spiders fiercely protect their eggs is a symbol of universal maternal strength.


My favorite piece in the exhibition was this one, titled Arch of Hysteria.


My favorite piece in the exhibition was this one, titled Arch of Hysteria.
MIMOSA PUDICA
I'd like to get one of these when I get back to the states. It's called the Mimosa Pudica, but is also known as the 'shy plant' or 'ticklish plant'. When the leaves are touched, they instantly droop. It takes a few minutes for the leaves to rebound.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Day of Skulls

This combination of photos shows skulls that believers take to the church to be blessed during the Day of Skulls at the General Cemetery in La Paz November 8, 2009. Bolivians who keep close relatives' skulls at home as a macabre talisman flock to the cemetery chapel once a year to have the craniums blessed and to bring themselves good luck in the future.
(yoinked from Reuters.com)
Chen Kuan-yu
Saturday, November 28, 2009
AICHA
One of my favorite songs from Algerian singer Sheb Khaled, here he is performing in Casablanca in 2007. The song is a beautiful love song with a forward-thinking message. Here is the lyrics and its English translation.
As if I don't exist
She was passing by me
With no regard, the Queen of Sheeba
I said, Aisha, take this, all of it is for you
Here, the pearls, the jewels,
also the gold around your neck
The fruits, well ripe with the taste of honey
And my life, Aisha if you love me!
I will go where your breath leads me,
In the countries of ivory and ebony
I will erase your tears, your sorrows
Nothing is too beautifull for a girl so beautiful
Aisha, Aisha listen to me
Aisha, Aisha don't go
Aisha, Aisha look at me
Aisha, Aisha answer me
I would say the words, the poems
I would play the music of the sky
I would take the rays of the sun
to light up your dreamy eyes
Ooh! Aisha, Aisha listen to me
Aisha, Aisha don't go
She said: "Keep your treasures,
Me, I'm worth more than that.
Bars are still bars even if made of gold.
I want the same rights as you
and respect for each day,
Me I want only love."
(In Arabic)
I want you Aisha and I love you to death
You are master of my life and my love
You are my years and my life
I hope to live with you, only you
خالد - عائشة
Comme si je n'existais pas,
elle est passée à côté de moi
Sans un regard, reine de Saba,
j'ai dit, Aïcha, prends, tout est pour toi
Voici, les perles, les bijoux,
aussi l'or autour de ton cou
Les fruits, biens mûrs au goût de miel,
ma vie, Aicha si tu m'aimes!
J'irai où ton souffle nous mène,
dans les pays d'ivoire et d’ébène
J'effacerais tes larmes, tes peines,
rien n'est trop beau pour une si belle
Aïcha, Aïcha écoute-moi,
Aïcha, Aïcha t'en vas pas,
Aïcha, Aïcha regarde moi,
Aïcha, Aïcha reponds-moi
Je dirais les mots les poèmes,
je jouerais les musiques du ciel,
je prendrais les rayons du soleil,
pour élairer tes yeux de rêves
Oooh! Aïcha, Aïcha écoute-moi,
Aïcha, Aïcha t'en vas pas
Elle a dit: "Garde tes trésors,
moi, je vaux mieux que tout ça.
Des barreaux sont des barreaux même en or
Je veux les mêmes droits que toi
Et du respect pour chaque jour,
moi je ne veux que l'amour"
نبغيك عايشة ونموت عليك
هادي سيدة حياتي وحبي
انت عمري وانت حياتي
تمنيت نعيش معك غير انت
Friday, November 27, 2009
LA MEMORIA DELLA FORESTA

I found this book in a bookshop at the Roma Termini train station today. It contains my two biggest interests; trees and history, so I decided to get it. I've been frustrated at my lack of progress with the Italian language in almost 4 months of living in Firenze. I am hoping that this will be the first book I read entirely in Italian. It took me over an hour but I've read the first four pages and I can understand a fair amount before needing to pull out the dictionary, so I consider it a successful project so far. A favorite line I've come across;Un giorno mio padre mi disse che la nostra storia è come una forza alle nostre spalle, che ci incalza senza farsi riconoscere, ma che detta il modo in cui viviamo la nostra vita.
which roughly translates to...
One day my father told me that our history is like a force behind us, that is pressing without being recognized, which dictates the way we live our lives.
(thank you Google Translator)
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
BEYOND WHAT
Beyond What
Alice Walker
We reach for destinies beyond
what we have come to know
and in the romantic hush
of promises
perceive each
the other's life
as known mystery.
Shared. But inviolate.
No melting. No squeezing
into One.
We swing our eyes around
as well as side to side
to see the world.
To choose, renounce,
this, or that --
call it a council between equals
call it love.
Alice Walker
We reach for destinies beyond
what we have come to know
and in the romantic hush
of promises
perceive each
the other's life
as known mystery.
Shared. But inviolate.
No melting. No squeezing
into One.
We swing our eyes around
as well as side to side
to see the world.
To choose, renounce,
this, or that --
call it a council between equals
call it love.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
LINGUISTICALLY SPEAKING
In Chinese-Cantonese language there's a word that sounds something like din. It means electric and is used to describe many things which make for amusing translations.
phone is din wa or electric voice
and
computer is din lo or electric brain
but what i really love, is that if you slightly mispronounce the word for computer and say deen lo it means crazy guy.
electric brain = crazy.
phone is din wa or electric voice
and
computer is din lo or electric brain
but what i really love, is that if you slightly mispronounce the word for computer and say deen lo it means crazy guy.
electric brain = crazy.
THIS PLACE IN THE WAYS
Having come to this place
I set out once again
on the dark and marvelous way
from where I began:
belief in the love of the world
woman, spirit, and man.
Having failed in all things
I enter a new age
seeing the old ways as toys,
the houses of a stage
painted and long forgot;
and I find love and rage.
Rage for the world as it is
but for what it may be
more love now than last year
and always less self-pity
since I know in a clearer light
the strength of the mystery.
And at this place in the ways
I wait for song.
My poem-hand still, on the paper,
all night long.
Poems in throat and hand, asleep,
and my storm beating strong!
-Muriel Rukeyser
I set out once again
on the dark and marvelous way
from where I began:
belief in the love of the world
woman, spirit, and man.
Having failed in all things
I enter a new age
seeing the old ways as toys,
the houses of a stage
painted and long forgot;
and I find love and rage.
Rage for the world as it is
but for what it may be
more love now than last year
and always less self-pity
since I know in a clearer light
the strength of the mystery.
And at this place in the ways
I wait for song.
My poem-hand still, on the paper,
all night long.
Poems in throat and hand, asleep,
and my storm beating strong!
-Muriel Rukeyser
LAURA ZINDEL CERAMICS
UNDERWATER SCULPTURE
Saturday, November 21, 2009
CABINET OF CURIOSITIES
in january i will be moving back into my apartment after 7 months overseas. inspired by cabinets of curiosities, the sir john soane museum, my love of trees, and the egyptian museum... and also owing to my habit of collecting things i pick up (sea glass, interesting rocks, leaves...) i have decided to make my room look like an old natural history museum of sorts. a museum of me, i suppose. here's a few images that are currently getting me excited. i'll have to post photos when the project is complete.

hopefully i'll be able to find an old glass display case like this one. i will keep my eyes peeled.

from albertus seba's cabinet of natural curiosities
sir john soane museum in london. my favorite place.
i want to collect leaf samples from different trees and create framed leaf pressings with bark rubbings and descriptions.

hopefully i'll be able to find an old glass display case like this one. i will keep my eyes peeled.
from albertus seba's cabinet of natural curiosities
sir john soane museum in london. my favorite place.
i want to collect leaf samples from different trees and create framed leaf pressings with bark rubbings and descriptions.
ETSY ETSY
Friday, November 20, 2009
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