The Whisper Choker is back
Sunday, September 27, 2009
The Whisper Choker is back
Friday, September 25, 2009
Sips tepid coffee, grimaces, nukes it and returns. There. So, have I previously mentioned that I design and create jewelry for people that don't exist? Kinda, sorta.
I design jewelry, you get that part. I don't actually wear jewelry. Why? Well because, I'm kind of a Plain Jane or Unadorned Claire, as I would prefer. In order to create the pieces I sell, I first create the person to whom I'm selling, admittedly this is my favorite part. The piece above is titled, The Girl on the Third Floor. It was designed for the girl on...nevermind.
I don't know her name, I only see her in passing. Today she's in the lobby sifting through copious amounts of mail, pieces dropping from her slender fingers. Her stockings-yes, bright patterned ones, gather about her ankles and her feet are disproportionately large. My guess-she's in her 20's. She's rather tall, I bet she was- and likely still is, the tallest of her peers. She sports slumped shoulders: the number one occupational hazard of statuesque teens. I imagine, she's delightfully charming and funny-everything about her intrigues others.
She listens to Ben Folds, this song is her favorite. As she listens, she pauses from her book, places it face down in her lap-(What's she reading? Eh, an abridged classic on paperback, you pick.) to sing the chorus. She does so loudly, bobbing her head and engaging her shoulders and feet in a chair dance. The cats look on quizzically and she smiles at them. Yes, cats-she most certainly has cats, and doodles, lots of them on her right hand and forearm (she's left-handed)...oh, and she wears my jewelry designs, often. Winks.
Peace and imaginary friends
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
His tour is supervised by a local agency owned and operated by a Ukrainian family. Accompanying him are an erratic dog, the crotchety old man for whom the dog serves as "officious seeing eye bitch" and his grandson and translator, Alex (Evgeny Aleksandrovitch Nikolaev Simonov). Alex's "Negro digging, premium penis-possessing and, dancing" talent, coupled with his precocious use of the English language (as demonstrated in the quote above) provide the comedic backdrop that helps keep you afloat as the trip comes to a sinking close, and the painful history of Foer's family and troubling fate of Alex's comes to fruition.
Everything is Illuminated delivers exactly what the title suggests, it sheds light on both sides of the great divide. This film is rich with humor and depth, exceptional cinematography and an incredible soundtrack. It is available for immediate viewing on Netflix.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
I am not by any means denying the troubling construct of race in this country, nor the existence of systemic racism and bigotry, I'm just saying...or am I asking, "Everything is not about race, is it ?"
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Of course there's the ambivalence; vacillating between the saying, "If you always do what you've always done, you'll always get what you always got." And, the fear that this may be the feels right but is oh so wrong move. The frustration of wondering what might have been had I opened/closed some doors a long time ago and, other run of the mill thoughts of impending doom.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Harriet Beecher Stowe once said, “Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserved; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom; its dressing room, from which we go forth to more careful and guarded intercourse, leaving behind...cast-off and everyday clothing.”
It's been a long week here at home, the home office, home school. The toll of a long and unforgiving desert summer is beginning to weigh upon me; temperatures are high and tolerance is low, my days are long, my patience short, my head hung low, my shoulders high, my thoughts loose and my words terse. I'm fatigued. This summer air feels stale and uninspiring. I'm ready to move on and leave it behind, for now.
I'm looking forward to a fresh breeze, an early dusk; a reprieve, a few stolen hours for my love and me to be free- it has been some time. And you, what are you looking forward to? What will you leave behind?
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Dear, I fear we're facing a problem, you love me no longer I know, and maybe there is nothing that I can do to make you do. -The Cranberries
So, a week or so later and here we are, a matchbox cover (bird) a vintage comic strip page (gentleman suitor, vehicle, tree branches and earth), a business card (Indian deity atop hood) an altered vintage photo (she's been colorized), some scrapbook papers, glitter and digital confetti.
I received these items from an artist friend in India along with a few others-I took on the challenge to create something, anything from the ephemera. I knew at once, I'd use the photo of the woman-I'm a vintage photo freak, and the rest of the piece just came together around her. I only wish the gold and saffron glitter I used had shown more brightly in this photo.
I think the spell will work-she looks seemingly sated at a glance, wouldn't you say?
Peace and love