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    henrique_oliveira_desnatureza', 2011_desnatureza_2011_designboom

    This crazy world called life

    Current psychological latitude: gratitudinal.

    (Current linguistic attitude: I will fuck with you with love in my heart, language, baby. Now and forever.)

    Published on Oct 14, 2012 at 3:27 pm.
    Filled under: alive life, art, artisanry, biology, catharsis, chaos, consciousness, craft, embroidery, event, evolution, fauna, painting, paper, photography, project, smash, transformation, unruly, water, weather, 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
    drawing by peony yip

    A poem I think you should read (6)

    After the Alphabets
    W.S Merwin

    I am trying to decipher the language of insects
    they are the tongues of the future

    Published on Aug 21, 2012 at 10:48 am.
    Filled under: aggregation, anatomy, art, artisanry, Behance, biology, body art, consciousness, craft, domestic arts, drawing, dreamy, embroidery, environment, evolution, fashion, fauna, illustration, language, letterpress, mono no aware, music, painting, photography, poetry, science, sculpture, textile, unruly, video, writing | No Comments
    from a bio textbook illus by charley harper 1961 via insidemyhideaway

    The frog is dead! Long live the frog!

    There’s no rational explanation for how much I love frogs. I mean, there might be a rational tidbitual oddment I could lay down for you  but all the tidy, comprehensible bullet points in the world wouldn’t do justice to how deeply fascinated and charmed and shivered I am by those little half-blood princes, those darling swimmers who leave the water to tuck the soft green of themselves into the grass so they can lie in wait for me, so they can leap in ambush and make me bark a laugh of surprise at their ridiculous bodies, hurled up from the grass, bounced high, airborne.

    Published on Aug 12, 2012 at 11:11 am.
    Filled under: aggregation, alchemy, anatomy, big happies, biology, consciousness, dreamy, environment, evolution, fauna, Flickr, green, illustration, intersection, joy, literature, loveness, mono no aware, music, painting, photography, playfulness, poetry, science, the happies, transformation, tumblr, unruly, video, water | No 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
    Screen shot 2012-05-18 at 10.34.09 AM

    Brokeny

    Brokeny can be a good thing. Brokeny can be a thing I like, and often is.

    Published on May 18, 2012 at 2:31 pm.
    Filled under: aggregation, anatomy, architecture, art, ceramics, confession, consciousness, craft, decay, dirty little secrets, drawing, illustration, painting, photography, smash, transformation, transgression, unruly | 1 Comment
    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
    tattoo june 4 #1

    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
    kilgallen-paint-001 via juxtapoz

    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
    alphabet via uppercasemagazine.tumblr.

    The writing on the wall

    You know how much I love words and the physical act of writing, how much I love the graphemic grace of  the thing that is written? Yeah, you do. And you know how much I like holding a pencil in my hand and making marks on a paper with it — marks with meaning, I mean — and also how much I like reading a paper full of writing from someone else’s hand? Well, I like all that very much, you know I do, but I like something else too:

    Published on Dec 13, 2010 at 10:13 am.
    Filled under: advertising, aggregation, agitprop, alchemy, alphabetica, architecture, art, artisanry, consciousness, domestic arts, domicile, dreamy, environment, Flickr, freedom, graffiti, graphic, handmade, handwritten, holy shit, home, iconoclasm, indie, industrial, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, joy, language, literature, loveness, making, neon, nose-tweakery, painting, photography, playfulness, poetry, porn, project, public, risk-taking, sculpture, street, the happies, transgression, tumblr, typography, unruly, urban, words, writing, yum | 1 Comment
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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
    heatherwick05-via-designboom

    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
    Gorgeous librarians by kittenagogo (on flickr)

    A is for aggregation: gorgeous librarians

    A couple of days ago when I was stopped at a street corner waiting for the light to change, a man walked up from behind me, stood beside me, looked at me, smiled, and said, “Nice legs, librarian.” Now, I’m really not a woman who enjoys strangers making commentary on her appearance but he didn’t have the stink of testosterone poisoning about him so I didn’t just default to my “Fuck you, you fucking fucker” setting. Plus? He called me “librarian”. And oh good lord, I do love me a librarian, so very very much I do, and am always so happy to meet a fellow member of that tribe, which obviously that man was.

    Published on Jul 28, 2010 at 10:26 am.
    Filled under: advertising, aggregation, alphabetica, art, artisanry, badass, big happies, body art, book, clothes, comics, consciousness, craft, dreamy, drool, embroidery, Etsy, fashion, geekery, gender, graffiti, hair & makeup, iconoclasm, illustration, indie, internet, joy, language, literature, loveness, music, rowr, the happies, words, work, writing, yum | 1 Comment
    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
    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
    Illustration by Richard Hoggs, via boooooooom

    Cauchemar

    Sometimes I think it might be enough for the wild things of your brain to assert themselves sufficiently that instead of pretending they don’t exist, you have to turn your gaze to them, even if you can’t classify them. Taxonomy is good and useful — delicious, even — but maybe not always necessary. Maybe you don’t always have to be able to assign a clear name or narrative or meaning to a nightmare. Maybe the beast that rises from the deeps when you dream a dream like that doesn’t have to be a beast you recognise. Maybe not being able to speak the creature’s name is not only okay but an important component of baddreaming.

    Published on Dec 02, 2009 at 11:19 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, anatomy, art, artisanry, catharsis, chaos, consciousness, craft, dirty little secrets, dreamy, embroidery, epiphany, fashion, film, handmade, holy shit, illustration, photography, risk-taking, smash, transformation, transgression, typography | 4 Comments
    Dock Ellis, 1971, via The Sporting Blog

    High as a Georgia pine: lovin’ on Dock Ellis

    Dock Ellis Pitches a No-No on LSD
    By Jilly Dybka
    From Elysian Fields Quarterly

    The ball’s big — like lobbing a volleyball.
    And the batter’s box is so far away.
    Tiny ball, red ball, white ball, rainbow ball.
    Wasn’t even supposed to play today.
    The batters are whiffing in slow motion
    Because their strike zone is five miles wide.
    The catcher is wavy like the ocean,
    Before my release, have to time the tide.
    Straight bat, bendy bat, big bat, little bat.
    Feels like I’m pitching inside of a dream.
    I’m flying as high as an acrobat,
    My fingers feel every stitch in the seam.
    I wonder what all the fuss is about?
    I’m just trying to get the guy out.

    Published on Nov 20, 2009 at 10:17 am.
    Filled under: art, badass, bahahahaha, consciousness, film, fuck you and the horse you rode in on, holy shit, iconoclasm, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, language, loveness, performance, poetry, risk-taking, transgression | 1 Comment
    kermit via community.livejournal.com-vintagephoto

    Life is but a dream, sweetheart

    I like the feeling of dream, the look of dream, the words of dream, the music of dream, the LSD of dream. I like the blur, the opacity, and the glow of dream. I like the strange wrong flawed perfect images of dream that sometimes tell a strange wrong flawed perfect truth.

    Published on Nov 18, 2009 at 2:04 pm.
    Filled under: alchemy, anatomy, art, artisanry, catharsis, chaos, comics, consciousness, craft, crochet, dance, dreamy, epiphany, fauna, food, glass, handmade, knit, painting, performance, photography, sculpture | 5 Comments