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    Le Happy

    See the door to Le Happy there? Doesn’t that look inviting? It does, doesn’t it? I used to have skittishness about walking through that door, which is possibly not as crazy as it sounds. (Or, conversely, it’s possibly even crazier than it sounds. Your call.)

    Published on Sep 14, 2014 at 9:04 am.
    Filled under: alphabetica, architecture, big happies, catharsis, diy, domestic arts, domicile, epiphany, home, joy, le happy, photography, words, work, writing | No Comments
    Howard Pyle - An Attack on a Galleon. Illustration of pirates approaching a ship (Howard Pyle’s Book of Pirates) (1921)

    Dreams of boats / boats of dreams

    So many boats in my dreams, this last while. Boats and boats and then again boats. I like boats, always have (particularly those powered by muscle not motor), maybe as the result of having for a father a man who in his youth was a sailor or maybe as the result of my Piscean nature.

    Published on Sep 29, 2012 at 10:53 am.
    Filled under: aggregation, alive life, art, artisanry, Behance, body art, book, catharsis, ceramics, clothes, comics, consciousness, craft, design, design, diy, domestic arts, domicile, drawing, dreamy, embroidery, environment, epiphany, Etsy, fashion, film, Flickr, freedom, glass, graphic, green, handmade, illustration, joy, lagniappe, literature, making, music, novel, painting, paper, photography, poetry, project, publication, repurpose, risk-taking, rowr, sculpture, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, textile, the happies, transformation, transgression, unruly, water, weather, words, work, writing, yum | 2 Comments
    Fabric and Wire Light Sculpture by Desirae Hepp, via www.flickr.com:photos:desiraehepp

    there in the glow

    when twilight grass looks the way velvet feels or the way warm smooth metal can seem in a dream

    when you sit outside in a day that’s almost night and the fireflies arrive

    all the other places you never know in daylight open out to you

    there in the glow

    Published on Jun 25, 2012 at 3:59 pm.
    Filled under: aggregation, alchemy, anatomy, architecture, art, artisanry, Behance, book, concatenation, consciousness, dreamy, embroidery, environment, epiphany, Etsy, fauna, Flickr, flora, green, neon, north, poetry, science, sculpture, shiver, swoon, textile, transformation, tumblr, unruly, water | No Comments
    willy van rooy photographed by helmut newton, 1967

    Prescription

    Once I woke up with the words “your fried arm” stuck in my brain so I looked up how to say “I love you” in as many languages as possible, to make myself feel better. It worked, too.

    Published on Jun 15, 2012 at 2:24 pm.
    Filled under: alchemy, anatomy, art, catharsis, chaos, consciousness, dirty little secrets, dreamy, epiphany, Etsy, Flickr, freedom, joy, loveness, poetry, risk-taking, transformation, words | No Comments
    Work by Philipp Igumnov woodcum on flickr

    all in a floaty place

    sometimes you have to lie on a bed
    so your brain can be all in a floaty place

    Published on Apr 15, 2012 at 2:01 pm.
    Filled under: alchemy, art, chaos, dreamy, epiphany, freedom, joy, language, poetry, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, transformation, unruly, water, words, yum | 5 Comments
    sculpture by yoshimasa tsuchiya

    Mermaid aspirations

    When the big tree came down, I lost the sound of water.

    Published on Aug 27, 2011 at 1:02 pm.
    Filled under: anatomy, art, catharsis, comics, consciousness, dreamy, epiphany, fashion, fauna, freedom, illustration, joy, painting, photography, sculpture, shiver, transformation, transgression, unruly, water | 5 Comments
    ampersand & typewriter

    I would be brief

    I would be brief on the day I didn’t have a lot to say or, really, had a lot to say but wanted to make the thoughts in my head all compact the way a wintertime child can take a puff of snow and squeeze it into a ball of ice, to make it all hard and small.

    Published on Jul 01, 2011 at 11:11 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, alphabetica, blog, catharsis, chaos, consciousness, dreamy, epiphany, handmade, handwritten, James Cook, language, loveness, making, photography, poetry, sentipensante, shiver, smash, sorrow, street, swoon, transformation, transgression, unruly, words | 1 Comment
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    Making the beautiful bookthing

    So yes, I’m making a beautiful bookthing. It’s that wondermental thing known as: a labour of love.

    Published on Jun 19, 2011 at 9:23 am.
    Filled under: art, badass, big happies, book, consciousness, craft, dreamy, epiphany, green, handmade, handwritten, holy shit, hybrid, illustration, indie, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, James Cook, joy, language, letterpress, literature, loveness, mono no aware, north, photography, poetry, project, publication, Roseander Main, shiver, transformation, transgression, typography, unruly, wabi sabi, words, work, writing | 2 Comments
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    How it is when you fall in love with Margaret Kilgallen

    What I’m doing right now is I’m writing a thing, a beautiful thing, a bookstory thing. It’s hard going — oh god, it is — and for all the wild-ride moments of outpour, there are many many — many! — ice ages of brainfreeze. When you write a thing as a pen-for-hire, you push through the brainfreeze, because money and somebody else’s deadline are great motivators. But when you make something with joy in your heart and when it’s a collaborative effort to boot — I’m making this thing with James Cook, whose delicious photographs will join up with the words I write — you let the going be slow because you’re waiting for a strange kind of knowledge — epiphany, I guess you’d call it — waiting to see in a way you’ve never seen before, waiting to understand, waiting to make connections.

    Published on Apr 10, 2011 at 1:11 pm.
    Filled under: alchemy, alphabetica, art, book, catharsis, consciousness, drawing, dreamy, epiphany, freedom, handmade, handwritten, James Cook, joy, loveness, making, mono no aware, risk-taking, sentipensante, shiver, street, transformation, typography, unruly, wabi sabi, words, work, writing | 3 Comments
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    I may be a girl but trees give me wood

    I don’t know how it works, how to do the math, but it’s like every emotion I’ve ever felt somehow gets wrapped up in trees. Trees become some kind of conduit for thought and feeling, for understanding, for epiphany, for optimism, for love.

    Published on Nov 23, 2010 at 1:31 pm.
    Filled under: aggregation, architecture, art, artisanry, catharsis, consciousness, craft, design, domestic arts, domicile, drawing, dreamy, embroidery, environment, epiphany, Etsy, film, Flickr, flora, freedom, green, jewellery, joy, knit, letterpress, loveness, metal, mono no aware, music, neon, north, painting, paper, photography, project, public, running, science, sculpture, sentipensante, shiver, street, swoon, textile, the happies, typography, video, vintage, wabi sabi, weather, yum | 3 Comments
    Photo by Aaron Ruell

    think of awaking one morning, some morning

    think of awaking one morning, some morning
    with the tail of a fox
    or platypus feet
    with a hard crunchy shell
    or suction-cup legs
    with a body of quills
    or a soft feathered belly
    with a set of long antlers there on your head

    Published on Nov 15, 2010 at 8:48 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, anatomy, art, consciousness, dreamy, epiphany, fauna, freedom, green, joy, literature, loveness, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, transformation, transgression, unruly | 1 Comment
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    is / is not / am / am not

    If I had to categorise this unruly thing, I’d say it’s poemical, not polemical. It’s not really a blog about art, not in any sort of analytical way. I don’t take a stance; I’m neither critic nor academic. What I am, actually, is an unruly hoyden with a permanent case of chaoshead, a throbbing love-on for the made things of the world, and a hot ‘n’ saucy need to write things down, to write things out (as you’ll know if you’re one of the people I e-mail 972 times a week. [Hi, forbearing friends! Love ya! Smooches!])

    Published on Oct 09, 2010 at 10:05 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, art, artisanry, catharsis, dreamy, epiphany, freedom, holy shit, joy, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, unruly, yum | 2 Comments
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    Sharps

    I like the notion of the skin being breached so that change can be rendered to the organism. I like the idea very much, altho’ I fully recognize the malarial reality of the wrong kind of puncture, the bleedout reality of the wrong kind of slice. But here in my metaphorical LaLaLand, sharp things are pretty things that are also agents of change.

    Published on Sep 12, 2010 at 10:31 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, anatomy, art, artisanry, badass, big happies, body art, catharsis, clothes, consciousness, craft, crochet, domestic arts, embroidery, epiphany, fashion, flora, holy shit, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, joy, knit, paper, photography, project, science, sculpture, swoon, textile, unruly | 1 Comment
    "Hell, Yes!" by Ugo Rondinone, 2001, via yauhin1's photostream

    Yes

    You know what I love? I love “yes”. I love “yes” so much, and so hard, and  also its more boisterous adjutants “hell yes” and “fuck yes”.

    Published on Aug 27, 2010 at 12:22 pm.
    Filled under: aggregation, agitprop, alphabetica, architecture, art, artisanry, badass, big happies, catharsis, comics, confession, consciousness, dirty little secrets, domestic arts, domicile, drawing, duhness, epiphany, Etsy, food, freedom, graphic, handmade, holy shit, home, iconoclasm, illustration, joy, language, loveness, making, packaging, painting, paper, photography, playfulness, risk-taking, sculpture, street, the happies, typography, unruly, words, work, writing | 2 Comments
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    butcher & seam

    Butcher’s charts take it all apart.

    Sewing patterns put it all together.

    The sundering and the reconciling … they interest me, both. I maybe love taxidermy because it requires both; I should maybe love the jigsaw puzzle more than I do, for the same reason.

    Published on Jul 17, 2010 at 12:03 pm.
    Filled under: aggregation, alchemy, anatomy, architecture, art, artisanry, badass, big happies, book, ceramics, clothes, connection, craft, decay, design, design, domestic arts, drawing, dreamy, embroidery, epiphany, fashion, fauna, flora, food, freedom, fuck you and the horse you rode in on, gaming, geekery, graphic, handmade, holy shit, home, illustration, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, internet, intersection, joy, language, loveness, making, mono no aware, music, packaging, painting, photography, playfulness, project, risk-taking, science, sculpture, shiver, smash, swoon, technology, textile, transformation, transgression, wabi sabi, words, work, writing, yum | 2 Comments
    WÜRSA. 2008. Palais de Tokyo, Paris, via we-find-wildness-com

    Precarity

    Sometimes I feel like Reepicheep finally arrived at the edge of the world and sometimes I feel like I’m standing way up high on a tall place where I have to make a choice about whether I’ll step off and float away, or not.

    Published on Jun 07, 2010 at 4:26 pm.
    Filled under: aggregation, alchemy, architecture, art, catharsis, ceramics, dreamy, environment, epiphany, fauna, food, freedom, furniture, holy shit, home, joy, making, mono no aware, performance, photography, risk-taking, sculpture, sentipensante, shiver, smash, swoon, transformation, transgression, wabi sabi | No Comments
    Phalacrognathus muelleri – October 2006 by Sipho Mabona, via mabonaorigami

    Dinna fash yersel’

    The world spins on its axis, on and on and on, no matter who comes here or leaves here, no matter how happy or sad you are, no matter, no matter.

    Published on Apr 24, 2010 at 12:43 pm.
    Filled under: art, artisanry, catharsis, clothes, consciousness, craft, crochet, decay, diy, domestic arts, domicile, drawing, dreamy, embroidery, environment, epiphany, Etsy, fashion, fauna, flora, gallimaufry, glass, green, handmade, home, illustration, jewellery, joy, knit, loveness, making, mono no aware, north, painting, photography, playfulness, poetry, project, remembrance, risk-taking, sculpture, sentipensante, shiver, sorrow, swoon, textile, transformation, transgression, uncategorized, wabi sabi, weather, work, writing | 1 Comment
    Odilon Redon, Ophelia, 1910, collection of A.D. Lasker, via thinkingwithshakespear.org

    The river

    I make playlists on my iPod and they’re often very theme-y because I am nothing if not a theme-y woman — I like to group and organise. I like to find patterns, or, in their absence, make them. Maybe that’s the curatorial urge. Or the librarian’s urge. Anyway, I have a playlist on my iPod called “river” and I listen to the songs on that playlist a lot, especially when I am despairing because those songs are very cathartic to hear and especially when I am all joyed-up because those songs are very cathartic to hear.

    Published on Mar 29, 2010 at 1:22 pm.
    Filled under: alchemy, architecture, art, artisanry, catharsis, concatenation, connection, consciousness, craft, dreamy, environment, epiphany, freedom, illustration, intersection, iPod, loveness, making, music, painting, paper, poetry, risk-taking, sculpture, shiver, smash, swoon, textile, the happies, transformation, transgression, video, vintage | 2 Comments
    Illustration for the Edinburgh Fringe, www.chrissiemacdonald.co.uk

    Perplexicon

    I read a blog (very intermittently kept) written by a Korean artist who writes in English, which is not her first language. Her tiny strange observations are often very beautiful and made more so by the flaws in her English, a lot more so, I think, because those flaws can be very illuminatory — that skewing of language can make you look at a thing from a whole different perspective. The accidental nature of some of the beauty she writes makes her observations fresh and astonishing.

    Published on Mar 09, 2010 at 12:12 pm.
    Filled under: alchemy, alphabetica, art, artisanry, book, comics, consciousness, epiphany, iconoclasm, literature, loveness, making, music, painting, performance, risk-taking, sentipensante, swoon, transformation, transgression, writing | 2 Comments
    Untitled #1 (Cloud, Mountain), from the series The Vertical Shadows

    Let’s get lost: the Chet Bakerness of running

    Here’s a thing I just realised. Chet Baker had it right: let’s get lost. That’s what running is, for me: a getting lost, the way you can get lost in very few things, maybe only love and sex and music and physical exertion and the way the air smells in the woods in the fall or the way a cold lake feels on your body when you jump in naked and let all that cold swirl across all your bare skin to leave you gasping and shuddering in a strange beautiful release that’s almost like the moment of orgasm, in the pleasure/pain aspect of it and also in the being completely present in your body aspect of it.

    Published on Mar 03, 2010 at 6:23 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, art, artisanry, badass, catharsis, clothes, dreamy, environment, epiphany, fashion, film, furniture, glass, handmade, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, intersection, interview, jewellery, music, painting, photography, poetry, risk-taking, running, science, sculpture, shiver, textile, transformation, weather | No Comments
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    Carapace

    The carapace is a wonderful thing in its own right and I can celebrate its utility and its beauty — I can, I honestly can. But I never really forget that for all its protective value, it’s also a small, confined place, like a pedestal … or a prison.

    Published on Feb 11, 2010 at 11:08 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, anatomy, architecture, art, artisanry, badass, catharsis, ceramics, clothes, craft, domicile, dreamy, environment, epiphany, fashion, fauna, food, glass, holy shit, making, running, sculpture, technology, television, textile, transformation, vintage | No Comments
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    The art is so much better at night

    I run. I like to run, a lot.

    Correction.

    I love to run. Love it, with big crazy heartsing heartpound loveness.

    Published on Jan 30, 2010 at 10:37 am.
    Filled under: art, connection, epiphany, flora, holy shit, intersection, loveness, mono no aware, running, shiver, wabi sabi, yum | 2 Comments
    Leap Into the Void

    Decade reflectivity

    And here we are in a brand-new decade. I like that, a lot, because I’m much attracted to notions of new beginnings, even tho’ a new decade is no more a new beginning than a new day is and I’m still actually living the same life I’ve been living all along. I mean, the digits 2-0-1-0 don’t in any way change the unfoldment of a life. But the symbolism is juicy and yummy and also the questions posed to me about the last decade and the next decade by the very clever Sheila Killian are juicy and yummy and made me engage in some reflectional brain activity, which is generally a bit hard and scary and also deeply worthwhile.

    Published on Jan 04, 2010 at 11:11 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, art, badass, blog, catharsis, confession, connection, epiphany, loveness, making, mono no aware, north, remembrance, risk-taking, smash, transformation, transgression, writing | 4 Comments
    CD cover Roots Manuva, Slime and Reason, via creativereview.co.uk

    I thinked it up with my brainybrain

    If you read here fairly regularly, you may have noticed I’ve been on a bit of a consciousness kick lately, posting about dream and nightmare, acid and ‘shroom. It’s a subject that’s still very much on my mind and, in my mullings, I have thought mightily about trepanation, not for the first time in my life. Good old trepanation is, as Wiktionary has it, “The practice of drilling a hole in the skull as a physical, mental, or spiritual treatment” and it’s an activity that first crossed my radar close to 30 years ago, when I read the book Eccentric Lives and Peculiar Notions by John Michell. In that book there is a whole chapter, “The People With Holes in Their Heads”, devoted to the subject. Now I’m not suggesting I’ll be taking the old drill to my own head (or anyone else’s, for that matter) any time soon, or even any time not-soon, but for all it’s absolute crazy, awful grossness, I’m deeply, weirdly compelled by it. I love Cynthia Girard’s poem “There is an insect” because I swear to god it’s about trepanation.

    Published on Dec 10, 2009 at 11:11 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, anatomy, art, body art, catharsis, chaos, consciousness, epiphany, fauna, holy shit, iconoclasm, risk-taking, science | 2 Comments
    Shrooms- Have a nice trip, via magic-mushroom

    A is for aggregation: fun guy!

    If you take away my periodic PMS madness and my 92%-of-the-time short fuse, I’m a pretty fun gal.

    Published on Dec 07, 2009 at 7:09 am.
    Filled under: advertising, aggregation, alchemy, architecture, art, artisanry, badass, bahahahaha, body art, ceramics, clothes, consciousness, corsetry, craft, crochet, domestic arts, dreamy, embroidery, environment, epiphany, Etsy, fashion, fauna, film, flora, food, furniture, gaming, geekery, glass, handmade, holy shit, illustration, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, jewellery, knit, photography, project, science, sculpture, textile, transformation, video, vintage | 3 Comments