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)


Someday I hope to meet the doctor of all doctors Dr. Seuss
I imagine us talking in tongue...

Today's delightful finding

This one, 
I think,
is called a Yink.
He likes to wink,
he likes to drink.
He likes to drink, and drink, and drink.
The thing he likes to drink 
is ink.
The ink he likes to drink is pink.
He likes to wink and drink pink ink.
if you have a lot of ink, then you should get
a Yink, I think

I am going to have to go back to the library to take a pic of what was on display in the foyer
I am not usually a fan of pink...but there they had it and i did not link it!

Conserving not Consuming

... (A Borrowed Poem)

The kindly search for growth, the gracious de-
sire to exist of the flowers, my near ecstasy at existing
among them
The privilege to witness my existence-you too
must seek the sun…

My books piled up before me for my use
waiting in space where I placed them, they
haven’t disappeared, time’s left its remnants and qual-
ities for me to use–my words piled up, my texts, my
manuscripts, my loves.

I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in
the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.
Saw the red blossoms in the night light, sun’s
gone, they had all grown, in a moment, and were wait-
ing stopped in time for the day sun to come and give

Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered
faithfully not knowing how much I loved them.
I am so lonely in my glory–except they too out
there–I looked up–those red bush blossoms beckon-
ing and peering in the window waiting in the blind love,
their leaves too have hope and are upturned top flat
to the sky to receive–all creation open to receive–the
flat earth itself.

~ Allen Ginsberg

New hopes for the future. My future can even start today
With this plan (to alter from a highly disappointing but difficult to avoid or break from mode) of consumption to a new mode of conservation, the role of discipline will be tested. stating it here it may help the progression

Diet/health, finances, state of mental highs or lows could be down to decision making
I have felt things will become a lot easier/clearer once certain things get sorted
but but but
I have been saying/thinking that for a while

There is inspiration that hits me strongly on a daily or close to daily basis and it comes in many I shall log more of it the memory ain't so reliable

Perhaps taking stock of it more often i can develop a self improvement on a more steady basis...?!?

(we wait and see)

This was quite nice to come across

also found this quite 


This was attached,

"At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: 'The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.'

In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely fact of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare." —Caitlin Moran

a trip to the Art Gallery NSW

There is nothing like a few lull days ... days of lull to finally have a good meeting and have time to chill in the park...even better when that park has a gallery. The Art Gallery NSW in the Domain in Sydney always seems to have quite an impact on me!

Colour is in total splendour there at the moment.
When you enter there are miniature colourful streamers hanging from the ceiling and they move with the presence of people, at least that's what I felt. It could be fans blowing them too, but the idea that when we walk we energise this colour is more thrilling.

Simple yet powerful displays of colours welcome you on entering the building and allowing yourself the time to consider these displays brings comfort to me.
They also seem quite contemporary, even in their reference or being taken from the passed. But bright, bold, controlled and playful dance and calmly relax our eyes.

But I failed to take many pictures of this-I may have to venture back.