Thursday, December 29, 2011

all the winter horses...

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

‎"She writes the way she dreams. Dreams of a life whose absence makes it all the more genuine, burning into clarity. The child does not enter into that life, nor does the husband, nor does she herself. It is a life she does not have, and yet it is her only life. She writes in order to have it. She writes for her daily bread, the one which is never given. The bread of silence, the loaf of light. The wheat of ink." Master Bobin

Friday, December 23, 2011

To a holiday filled with merriment and wonder and radiance for the new year!

Sunday, December 18, 2011

imaginary play

One has to be able to hurl their love into the unknown to be surprised at what is thrown back.

Des souvenirs (le passé)

Du plaisir (le présent)

Des projets (le futur)

Vivez donc le plus intensément possible le moment présent.

(le moment présent, veut aussi dire le moment cadeau … présent = cadeau)

to imagine for tomorrow : six things
1. a sunlit place to work and rest
2. photo essays and a plane ticket
3. my children growing and thriving
4. genuine friends at my table
5. solitude
6. your hand lightly on my heart

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Friday, December 9, 2011

A mom from Aya's school posted this today with some of Aya's classmates in the subway. Amazing photo! You couldn't stage something like this if you tried. Vive le moment!

Jan and philosophy, this is what he told me this morning as we were walking hand in hand.

J: you know what?
C: yes Jan?
J: well when all the people die, when people die, other things live.
C: how did you come up with that?
J: oh I just made it up in my head.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

There's that pinch, you know the one,
that takes hold as you stir.
No boiling water is going to warm it up
And you wonder if love has dissolved
and left a melting ice cube on the sidewalk
that you kick it around till it’s gone.
Roaming in the vicissitude of my moods.
Tomorrow morning there may be sun, yes there may.
For now we might as well enjoy the soup.

Monday, December 5, 2011

a sunday

Pier 11 her hands running through my hair tangled in the sun with the squeals of gulls and helicopters.
I love you he says, his kiss drying as he dashes off and back.
Ferries on the east river
The coming and going of the wind
Little spirits weaving in and out of my life.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

This is the kind of thing that totally tips me off, not only as a swiss, but as a designer. Ok so the graphic artist was trying to be clever in representing "aid" to Japan. BUT 1. the red cross, is the RED cross, not the white cross. It was founded in switzerland with the symbol represented as the reverse of the swiss flag which is a WHITE cross on a red back ground. So 2. essentially, when I see this, I'm thinking a Swiss/Japanese collaboration. Check out this link from a past post of other successful options.