Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Stationary show & ICFF 2009 part 2
At the ICFF
1. Deadgood's heart mirror
2. GreyPant's cardboard lamps
3. Molo design
4. Aboubakar Fofana: loved this exibit... so simple, so beautiful. It goes to show that great design and great taste doesn't take much, just an eye for beauty.
Stationary show & ICFF 2009 part 1
Now that everyone has already blogged and posted their favorite sightings at the 2009 stationary show and International Contemporary Furniture Fair, I will take a little time to list what caught my eye. Having gone last year, I didn't find too much that was new (especially at the stationary show), but a few things did stand out.
Stationary:
1. Yellow Owl Workshop: really this girl does her own thing and it is refreshing to see. It's not gimicky or over done. she just does her art, keeps it simple and limited and voila!
2. Enormous Champion: won me over with their wonderful wood animal cut outs and whale poster
3. Bell Invito: had some elegant and simple letter pressed zodiac by patch nyc
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
heaven and water
Years ago I started on a project photographing the swiss mountains and the gulf of mexico. The contrast between the mountains and the sea were my very first teachers in my love of natural spirituality. It is there that my father roamed, climbed, bathed and meditated... and his soul remains. Finding the work of Patricia Schwoerer reminded me that I need to pull my project back out of the closet.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
more inspirations by little ones
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
children to inspire
marius
Friday, May 1, 2009
the poetry of plants and things...
Vanessa's lovely friend and incredibility talented photographer, Ngoc Ming Ngo sent me these inspiring photos this morning of Valerie Finnis, an english horticulturalist and photographer. Which in turn conjured up thoughts of Stanley Kunitz and his lovely book Wild Braid, from which this excerpt is from...
Touch Me
BY STANLEY J. KUNITZ
Summer is late, my heart.
Words plucked out of the air
some forty years ago
when I was wild with love
and torn almost in two
scatter like leaves this night
of whistling wind and rain.
It is my heart that’s late,
it is my song that’s flown.
Outdoors all afternoon
under a gunmetal sky
staking my garden down,
I kneeled to the crickets trilling
underfoot as if about
to burst from their crusty shells;
and like a child again
marveled to hear so clear
and brave a music pour
from such a small machine.
What makes the engine go?
Desire, desire, desire.
The longing for the dance
stirs in the buried life.
One season only,
and it’s done.
So let the battered old willow
thrash against the windowpanes
and the house timbers creak.
Darling, do you remember
the man you married? Touch me,
remind me who I am.
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