Libby Pool

Preambling around the Rocks, I found myself swiftly moving through the market. Not in the mood for food the smells alone can satisfy. And then at an angle on a corner colour makes me stop. I look as I pass and cannot refrain from touching. Oceans and sher galaxies are conjured in my mind as I hold such precious finds.  Jewelery...handmade, and full of stories.
Libby says something to me about something, was it eye-colour or Pisceans? I mention my sister and we cannot stop sharing stories of our Gemini counterparts. Libby Pool is a wonder, and her work is beautiful. She finds these precious paua shells from the cool pools in New Zealand and makes stunning wearable art.
A delight for the eyes and a warmth of a find!

here's an inkling...not the one i got...but i want more!

Here is one of yours truly wearing the goods and manhandling the greats (ooh Beamish)

midnighting under the covers...

Celebrating Sorrow / celebrating Touch

'a common Sense'
Ann Hamilton is someone I just happened to read about through a friend's posting and wow am I happy I did. To think that there could be many a missed opportunity for discovering such tremendous accomplishments in the artworld brings a certain sorrow. But mixed with the unquenchable desire to applause this woman for her latest display in Seattle, a sadness is noted as I will not be there to witness her collection...truly inspired!

what is really (dare I say) 'touching' is the involvement of the volunteers and visitors to read to and 'comfort' these morbid beings. I can imagine this as a condoling celebration. Something that seems more personally meditative than achieving much else but giving an extra level of experience than simply viewing with the eyes. Hamilton's invitation for us to be involved(I feel) gives comfort and honours those she displays. (my new hero!)

portraits and waves

the process seems for me to be one of constant getting there and losing it and refinding it and refining it. considering the person, what you want to show and capture is an interesting head space to be in
seeing the ways others achieve this is quite moving. Thank you Aneta Ivanova

Melon wards off collie

A satisfying croissant for mid-morning accompanied by quite the tasty coffee put my appetite off kilter come noon.
On my lunch break I ventured out for fruit...Redfern showed me its funny personality, its oddness and its colour. Coffee shop & sushi place, tea cafe & soup resort, designers with a chip & edge but no go with the fruit.
Until, this look from a guy with a 'tache, a tache for fun, a tache for mon, a moustache, a-could-have-been a mistake, but no, a look from him set me on the path. A smile, a suggestion, my fruit was found. Sought fruit. Colours & smells & possibilities...i chose an apple.
Melon? maybe melon for much later.
A joyous day, learning from an informed man, who likes to joke & share some gruesome anecdotes.
Then a surprising new aquaintance, not so quaint but quite lovely, and brief. Followed by another buddy...then home, then work. The joy, the process, the pressure. The outsider. It comes to distract. It comes to inform. It comes to remind, highlight & confirm.
It saddens me. But then again, my eyes are sleepy...and I melon.

this!...I have known I want to go to Japan for a while I know why, more

Hitachi Seaside Park is a sprawling 470 acre park located in Hitachinaka, Ibaraki, Japan, that features vast flower gardens including millions of daffodils, 170 varieties of tulips, and an estimated 4.5 million baby blue eyes (Nemophila). The sea on blue flowers blooms once annually around April in an event referred to as the “Nemophila Harmony.”  (Colossal)