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oh I do love a good country fair!
stalls heaving with homemade chutneys and jams
colourful cupcakes smelling of lavender and rose
giggling girls painting flowers on their faces
men with cleverly crafted wooden garden planters
lovely hand sewn aprons with matching oven mitts
gentle voices singing your favourite tunes
and of course the petting zoo!
today I give you nietzsche:
” is not the sea the peacock of peacocks?
even before the ugliest of all buffaloes doth it spread out its tail,
never doth it tire of its lace-fan of silver and silk.
disdainfully doth the buffalo glance thereat, nigh to the sand with its soul,
nigher still to the thicket, nighest, however, to the swamp.
what is beauty and sea and peacock-splendour to it?
this parable I speak unto the poets.
verily, their spirit itself is the peacock of peacocks, and a sea of vanity!
spectators, seeketh the spirit of the poet – should they even be buffaloes!
but of this spirit became I weary; and I see the time coming when it will become weary of itself.
yea, changed have I seen the poets, and their glance turned toward themselves.
penitents of the spirit have I seen appearing; they grew out of the poets.
– thus spake zarathustra.”
early morning sunshine softening the memory of the night’s chill on your cheek
crouching down in the long grass as the bees and bugs buzz busily amongst tiny flowers
fuzzy calves staring at you obstinately through the morning’s mist as you walk down to the creek
rain, lots of rain, and then more rain, and then some rain
seeds sprouting vigorously, doubling overnight it seems in the moist, wormy soil in the veggie patch
birds everywhere, singing, nibbling at the star jasmine, bathing in the rainwater filled galvanised bin bird bath, swooping as you ride your bike down to the general store,
a slick of sweet sticky gloss on your lips as you run out the door
throwing your swimmers in the boot just in case its warm enough to jump in next time you drive past the beach
sweet smells in the air night after night that make you breathe just that little bit deeper each time you go outside for a moonlit walk
fresh organic beetroot carrot apple ginger juice for breakfast, big red radishes and tender leaves ripe for the picking
country fairs with heaving stalls, freshly squeezed lemonade and handmade wares
spring … aaah, how I welcome thee!
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”don’t torture yourself gomez – that’s my job” [snip, snip]
my favourite scene from the addams family, the gorgeously noir morticia (played superbly by anjelica houston), deadpan face as she calmly cuts heads of roses whilst delivering this line…
originally inspired by the goddess of goth, and sprinkled with a good dash of old world romance and victorian poetry, I offer up the Roses Noir series (I’m sure there’s a bit of nick cave in there, and a touch of ‘how do I love thee’…..)
each individual creation evolves over a period of time… I start with forging strips of copper by hand into the teeny tiny roses, which is a process in itself. then, I begin composing the pieces into rings, earrings, pendants. the ring bands and earring posts are sterling silver (925), and I have oxidised both the silver and the copper to age the metal. I love the depth of colour in the copper …. the beautiful thing about these roses noir is that the colours will continue to change and evolve over time, as the patina matures on the copper – just like life. Pretty exciting huh?
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some days I am more in touch
with the sheer vulnerability of life in this place
is a hole
in my heart
when I breathe
the incredible intensity
of this feeling
it stops me
life goes on in its mysterious unfolding
but I am no longer moving
I simply observe
each breathe rasping loudly in my chest in this awareness
the breeze through the trees is a crescendo of air to my ears
bells ring and the spirals of sound dance around my head
may love flower in your heart today
my wild, wild rose
may it fill your chest
spill out your arms your legs
and into the universe
as infinitely as the sun shining down on all things
I love you
sometimes I write down in random places
things that touch me
and then I find them some other when
and I remember again the wonder of that moment
when the words first entered my world and changed me
today I came across this one
‘the creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.’
this line inspired me to spring clean my studio
to allow the current of creativity to spill out onto the walls
and the furniture
I hope you like it as much as puss and I do