Friday, 23 March 2012
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is!
Thursday, 22 March 2012
Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Monday, 19 March 2012
Friday, 16 March 2012
Thursday, 15 March 2012
Wild woman and man
let distinct suns sing
and the moon inside rejoice
listen out for time
but catch eternity with
your free flowing breath
spread white butterfly wings
Over your whimsical worlds
sweeten your own powers
thrive in your pure visibility
trickle water through stone
use human love and universal hope
and make it your own home.
let distinct suns sing
and the moon inside rejoice
listen out for time
but catch eternity with
your free flowing breath
spread white butterfly wings
Over your whimsical worlds
sweeten your own powers
thrive in your pure visibility
trickle water through stone
use human love and universal hope
and make it your own home.
my journey
My journey is my friend
it waits for me every day
escorts me to my work
and laughs with me at play
My journey tell me things
I never could have known
It points me in directions
that only birds have flown
My journey watches me
from rooftops and cafes
and hurries me along
to avoid any delays
it waits for me every day
escorts me to my work
and laughs with me at play
My journey tell me things
I never could have known
It points me in directions
that only birds have flown
My journey watches me
from rooftops and cafes
and hurries me along
to avoid any delays
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
The Tree Trunk
John Pawson, photographer, says this looks like the foot of a dinosaur. I don't because I can't even imagine what that would look like but I do think like it looks like the trunk of a particularly big and bold tree ... and I really love trees.
Monday, 12 March 2012
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Monday, 5 March 2012
Marquez turns 85
"La vida no es la que uno vivió, sino la que uno recuerda, y cómo la recuerda para contarla"
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
PIck me up
UK’s first annual contemporary graphic art fair and festival, celebrating graphic arts
opens in March at Somerset House...
click on picture link for more...
opens in March at Somerset House...
click on picture link for more...
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