I love this fabric from Art Gallery Fabrics in Miami FL. It is bohemian and art deco and so very expressive. My observant husband tells me that if my choice was something simple/plain or highly decorated/complex that I go for the latter most of the time. And you know, he is right on the money. Good that he knows me. I remain fascinated by how what we wear and what objects we own are an expressive language all their own that tell the tale of who we are and at what point we are in life.
Shared insights and experiences of the contemporary world as expressed by people, places and things, and their reflections on daily living
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Being Heard
This art work is that of artist Shelly Klein from KStudio and is on display through June 2011 at Quirk Studio in Richmond, VA.
I can't help but notice that we humans are so dependent on being heard. We simply do not exist without the feedback of others. Art through the ages communicates our emotions, our hopes, aspirations and accomplishments. It tells the Story of Us. We have so much to express and absolutely need others to hear us. The flip side is that we have to cultivate extraordinary listening abilities so we know what is being shared. And isn't listening done by so much more than our ears? The art of the witness is practiced many ways. Ahhhhh soooo.
I can't help but notice that we humans are so dependent on being heard. We simply do not exist without the feedback of others. Art through the ages communicates our emotions, our hopes, aspirations and accomplishments. It tells the Story of Us. We have so much to express and absolutely need others to hear us. The flip side is that we have to cultivate extraordinary listening abilities so we know what is being shared. And isn't listening done by so much more than our ears? The art of the witness is practiced many ways. Ahhhhh soooo.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The Energy Avenger
Only a very, very few people who know me would know that the image of the 'crystal brass knuckles' expressed in the photo above, with the fist adorned by a beautiful silver ring with crystals on top, should be tattooed on my chest or at very least, be worn by me daily on a t-shirt. I discovered a long time ago that the power of perception and insight fuelling action has a greater impact pound for cosmic square inch than any other form of worldly interaction or engagement. In other words, I'm a lover, not a fighter. When I found this beauty designed by Debra Baxter on The Jealous Curator (see earlier post) I laughed out loud.
Good Blog Name: The Jealous Curator
I'm just doing a little plug for the Jealous Curator. I can't tell you how much outright jealousy I have had for all the magnificence that surrounds me relative to beauty in all its forms and those (both animate and inanimate) who can express it so wildly and loudly... so good for you, Jealous Curator, whoever you are. My sentiments EXACTLY.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Wallpaper. It was popular when I was growing up. Most of it in my southern home was some form of subtle stripes and little flowers. Not too exciting really. I'm still not a huge fan of it, but the best wallpaper usage I have ever personally seen was in my husband's parent's home years ago. This paper was wild and it worked-- selected in the late sixties or so, it was heavily patterned with a lot of color. My mother-in-law had it on her ceilings in some of the rooms. Now that is BOLD.
Wall paper just seems like a BIG commitment somehow. I guess it is not in my mutable nature to live with something so certain.
I found this lovely photo at
JuJu Papers
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Dimensions & Life
Window at Anthropologie celebrates Earth Day
Recently I learned that scientists are now discovering that instead of a handful of dimensions, there are actually hundreds or thousands. It appears that the universe grows from within. The full expression of this concept is best expressed with mathematics and quantum physics the likes of which are lost on me as a whole. But I do like to consider the seen and unseen of life and my place in it. I love the idea that I am a portion of a thread in the great cushion of all life that supports me. Sort of relaxes me. You?
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Mrs. Haymore's Butterfly Pin
Mrs. Haymore gave me a department store cloisonne butterfly pin when I graduated high school in the spring of 1984. One of the wings is chipped now but I still have it. Something about that butterfly reminded me that I was free to move on out into life not yet an adult but no longer a child. In Native American tradition the butterfly can represent the mind and the ability to transform and change. I guess I (and Mrs. Haymore) intuitively understood this. Many transformations later, I am on the move again. Have I (or any of us, for that matter)ever stopped? Nope.
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