Wow, where did all the time go?
July 16, 2011
I cannot believe I have not posted in such a long time…….. It wasn’t conscious decision however not to post, but it has been a time of being with me, processing life. With my move to my new office, life has taken on a different pace, my old routine has gone out of the window and a new “place” is taking residence within. Been busy finding “homes” for everything, keeping it streamlined and creating a light inspiring space within to provide an environment that doesn’t feel like the normal” going to work” . I think its working……………. My day starts sitting here
Having a coffee, checking to see if there is anything that I need to know before I start to answer emails and get down to business here
Afternoon tea, is sitting here,
or perhaps sharing on our large central table here
A wonderful end to a busy week
August 15, 2010
Last week was full on busy, head full of rooms, plans, colours, I have this kind of virtual reality thing that goes into overdrive when I am creating. I have to vision very clearly and in minute detail, for me to be able to attract in what I need to complete each stage of the projects in hand. So posting here sadly, has been neglected
However enough of all that, just had to tell you about the start of my weekend, this is the second time I have tried to see this film and this time succeeded. Coco and Igor, some of write ups and have not been that wonderful, but I was enthralled, not only by the brooding emotions that pull you through the film, the interiors and the graceful image that Coco herself imparts, but IGOR STRAVINSKY and his music it made my hair stand on end……………. the delicate notes that start the Rites of Spring, oh how I would love to have been and the premier in 1913, the mayhem that ensued. Its so difficult to put this piece and the dancing into the context of that time, the savage freedom of movement I guess must have seemed so shocking then, but today sadly, so tame. His music lives on, as does Chanel, although I cannot help think that their “romance” was maybe not as momentous as the film would have us believe. Undeniably though, their passion poured through influencing their work and elevating it to a higher level. Coco , with her early childhood issues obviously had great difficulty in forming relationships and this was born out in both films, I think to her, Igore was one of many of her conquests of unobtainable men, and when she conquered them it became all to threatening and she withdrew into her world of fashion, a real ice queen, maintaining her independence and the need to be “Free” . She died having never having married, living in her ivory tower a very successful but lonely woman.
Stravinsky’s music is full on emotional roller coaster, his gift of imparting his passion into every note lives on, I have posted a trailer to the film, and also a piece from Disneys’ film Fantasia which is accompanied by a piece from Firebird, a ballet which sealed the union between Diaghlev and Stravinsky aged 28, premiered in Paris in 1910. Three years before The Rite of Spring.
Its all in the detail, or is it?
May 28, 2010
These shoes are my pond life shoes, fit for a prince of frogs, the detail is so intricate its amazing, click on the image for a larger view
Details, details, been a strange couple of days, the full moons energy has sure created a little turmoil in my life
I have spent hours and hours detailing furniture and lighting layouts and then coming home and spending hours and hours putting together a newsletter I send out on the full moon. Editing articles to make sure they fit, sizing images, trying out different typefaces and layouts, which colour scheme, what words to say……………. then come the day of the full moon, first the newletter file became corrupted and couldn’t compress for sending, that made me late and i had to rush for the train to London to attend a meeting and slipt over, twisting my arm and and leg and bruising everywhere!!. The meeting was successful and long and then a trying evening resulting in a situation that seemed so out of proportion to the the actual circumstances. I have always felt it was necessary to say what is on your mind, good or bad, I know sometimes this has not served me fully. But bottling things up is not a good idea either, its best to be able to bring up what’s on ones mind before it gets all out of proportion and then forces itself out like an exorcet missile !!! I didnt “react” but it left me feeling a little sad.
Today I could go over all the details again and again, but NO, details have there place. For my work as an interior designer, attention to detail is what creates that “effortless” look and find this quite “effortless” after all these years, but in day to day to living, the detail just ties us in knots, what mattters is that we live in the present, find joy in the day, in the minute. Today has been like that, seeing the big white jug of “pinks” in my kitchen and breathing in their heady perfume, hearing my cat purr, seeing my “happiness” plant with a new leaf bud, feeling the sun on my face. A peaceful day and everything is just as it should be.
Entwined, enmeshed, tied up in knots
April 28, 2010
Not sure where these feeling come from today, but wherever they came from they spurred me to translate them into creating these works. Maybe its my head, all the ideas, could be lots of mixed emotions all vying for attention. That feeling of spaghetti, everything enmeshed together, cant untangle into tangible threads…………… Good job I had them I think because I like the results, what do you think?
Good days, dark days, some ok days
April 9, 2010
Today has been all three combined, the sun is just going down after a beautiful spring day, a GOOD day. Designing, creating a bistro today was mixed with a real passion for expressing the feelings when first entering a room that makes one feel special, but in getting there I have been back to places that bought on my perfectionsism, a small little girl with no power, feeling helpless and reacting within my adult self. DARK day. It was she who felt helpless that left me with feelings of “must be in control” something I have been working on letting go. All is well most of them time, but when it comes to getting everything in order I can somethimes get very anal about everything and become too perfectionist, this stops the “flow” and i get so frustrated. Anyhow the days work is done, I am now at home, and getting ready to go out to cinema. Going to see the new Tilda Swinton film, a perfect start to the weekend. Any thoughts of perfectionism are now far from my mind.
The image is oil pastel sketch, scanned in and made into a pattern on illustrator. its called “Plaything”
Persephone
November 8, 2009
`playing with a ball of clay this afternoon, cant believe she appeared, a sense of real strength sprung from my fingers, she feels so free, so free its scary, there is a part of me thats down with Persephone ………….
Addendum: I just realised that I went to see Julia Cameron speak (artists way book) the previous day, it was quite challenging and bought up a lot of childhood images, I see now my “form” is my unconscious self that is bursting to get out. There is nothing to be afraid of.
Prayer to Persephone
Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be:
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,—Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee:
Say to her, “My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.” Edna St. Vincent Millay
All the things I might not be:
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,—Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee:
Say to her, “My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.” Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Three pairs of hands make light work
August 3, 2009
Sunday, what a fabulous day, Kirsty and Yao came over and we cut paper together all around the table!! Enriching in everyway, the bonus being we made an ocean of flowers together. Each flower so unique, cut out, folded, crimped , moulded and shaped so lovingly, all by hand and with love. The persepex boxes are going to be full of so much more than flowers!
For lunch we ate a tasty roast chicken, roast butternut squash and parsnips and courgettes and french beans from Kirsty’s garden, and ended the day by watching an incredible film called MAN ON A WIRE, a guy that against all odds walked on a wire strung between the topmost points of the world trade centres twin towers back in the 70′s. Amazing footage.
All in all a really lovely day
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JIM SKULL
August 1, 2009
labyrinth
February 5, 2009
My mind is ever thinking, searching in the labyrinth of intricate patterns, memories, dreams and nightmares
The creative mind
November 27, 2008
Its where the impossible and the possible meet, collide, unite, repel, reform and grow. Thoughts rise like balloons, floating and playful, growing and dancing in the endless ether of to the mind. Visiions growing, bubbling up like white fluffy clouds, letters falling like rain, swirling in the breeze until words, then sentances echo in the void. Where will it take me today, to a land where rivers run with chocolate? , where pixies play their flutes amidst flora and fuana and picnic with tiny lost children, whilst giant footsteps appear like portals through to a world so vivid, so glaringly colourful that I need sunglasses to see. Swirling shapes, bubbles carrying theories, equations, poems, smiles, visions teasing and allluring until one bursts and envelops the brain cells with warm glistening inspiration. Voices, sweet song, happy laughter, sobbing tears filling massive oceans, stern commanding sounds sending endless orders to perform the impossible.
Work hard, fast, perfections in all things, get started, quick, quick, heart beating loud, wheels turning, cogs clonking, rockets firing, a maze of complexities, concavaties, convexities, churning and churning until the pressure bursts. Explodes into life forms, cascading dreams drip endlessly over ever hungry tentacles that suck and draw the energy within. An energy voice that plugs into the universe.
This is what goes on in my creative mind, what goes on in yours?
