Friday, April 23, 2010
yesterday i went to a very large antique shed near my farm and it was full of the most amazing old furniture and bits. i was in there for two hours and still didn't get to see everything...
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
packed my whole room and loved possessions into boxes, i feel like a dandy lion that has been pulled from the ground and knowing all my things are safe and sound at my farm waiting for me hidden like treasures for a good 6 months.. a little kid has just blown all my dandelion feathers free into a big open field that is the world.. ive never felt so free.. will be so much fun when i unpack it all next year, and who knows where i might be unpacking it, a new space, a new canvas, so exciting.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
i found this poem in an old book (hood - first series), with gold trim, edges dried by the sun.
it was a young maiden went forth to ride,
and there was a wooer to pace by her side;
his horse was so little, and hers so high,
he thought his angel was up in the sky.
his love was great tho' his wit was small;
he bade her ride easy-and that was all.
the very horses began to neigh,-
because their betters had nought to say.
they rode by elm, and they rode by oak,
they rode by a church-yard, and then he spoke:-
:my pretty maiden, if you'll agree
you shall always amble through life with me."
the damsel answer'd him never a word,
but kick'd the grey mare, and away she spurr'd.
the wooer still follow'd behind the jade,
and enjoy'd-like a wooer-the dust she made.
they rode thro' moss, and they rode thr' moor,-
the gallant behind and the lass before:-
at last they came to a miry place,
and there the sad wooer gave up the chase.
quoth he, "if my nag were better to ride,
i'd follow her over the world so wide.
oh, it is not my love that begins to fail,
but i've lost the last glimpse of that grey mare's tail!"
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
diving into the toilet
white wash bathroom
from our vegetable garden
ethical deer on the wall above the fireplace
this candle i just made is humungous and you cant see in this poor light but its as black as black and coffee-scented.. smells like roasted coffee beans mmm
yesterday i spent the afternoon making black miss dior perfume scented candles, the light and phone camera are poor, but seen by the naked eye these are as black as night.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
waybuloo is a kids show that i came across this morning when my little brother was watching tv and we watched it together and didnt say one word through the whole episode. it puts you into a sort of trance, into a magical land called Nara, inhabited by adorable animated characters called piplings.