We Will Live Forever...

To my everlasting Love... You know who You are.

One of THE most beautiful films and scores in years, The Fountain by Clint Mansell
Film by Darren Aronofsky.

Ice Art

I have always loved ephemeral art made in nature, and I recently discovered Jim Denevan and his most recent work created on Lake Baikal in Siberia. He and his small team (including a documentarian and photographer) set off to the largest lake in the world to create a vast Fibonacci spiral of concentric circles, making the largest piece of artwork yet created on land. Amazingly they used only large brooms to make the circles, revealing beautiful geometric ice below.

To my surprise, the store Anthropologie commissioned Jim to do artwork for them, and that is where I found (and purchased) the book, Lake Baikal. For once I can say that now I don't feel as guilty for purchasing things there... they commission tons of artists, and so I tip my hat.

To see more visit: http://theanthropologist.net/#/JimDenevan

It's All a Circus...

I'm sad these days...

Water

What I know of water is this--

You are my lover

wrapping your large hands around me

You are deep--

cold,

You take no pity.

Pull me into your belly

It is this lovemaking I want:
something wreckless
I don't break so easy.

Pull me down,

into your undertow
tangle me inside your salty roots.

Then push me up toward that perfect blue sky
Save me.

your soft liquid orgasm.

city of desire, Eric Zener

Wind and Fields

June heat wraps its thick tongue 'round our shoulders, and

nearer to the thick of summer we come,

our heated souls wandering.

Fields are for love-

and for flowers

and wind comes in and reminds us

all things tamed are really not so. Undo the latch,

pretty flowers

let the wind take you too,

as a good lover should.

Moods

Lately I am in love with all things Moroccan... the open airiness of large rooms and intricate details. Textiles, metal, color. Such an old world mystery in the modern world.

I love the organic feel of this room, with a tree growing indoors...

Simple, yet rich

Old world magic...


Unknown, moroccan bathroom, staircase

Cinnamon

***

Cinnamon is in your blood,

like a hint of madness, turned

sexy.

Do you remember the time we drove passed

the red rocks and into the trees--

loving you

was all I needed

And hints of you now,

in the sheets

on the back patio- wind

and your name

inside

my tongue

forever.

-Lara Coscia


Mystic Morocco, time on your side, forecast

Let's Be Free

I am in divine holy wonderment of Free People's current flowy and bohemian gypsy fashion. Please Mr. Easter Bunny, leave me a crocheted summer dress for Easter...

{Strawberries...}

{Peruvian Star}

{One Stargazer Lily}

Let's be free together...

check out Free People's new line

To my Beloved

{Poem to Myself on Valentine's Day}

I must admit it was a surprise, I never expected it to be you--

and yet time's passed-- some have come and gone

but here you are, yes you.

And so I declare, I will love you with truth,

and in times of changing too

for you are the most important love,

never alone, no

rather anew.

Let your hair down and get wild! Even if alone in the kitchen with some rose petals and a vintage dress just for you...

Write yourself a love poem, will you?

A Fairy in My Kitchen, Murat Sayginer

Masquerade Please

Here is my idea for a wonderful Valentine's weekend- to host a masqerade ball in an old dilapidated castle, with winding staircases and candle lit halls. To escape in the splendor of the old world, with grand lavish dresses and secret passageways...

Think of me...

Think of me fondly...



Behind the Mask, FormFunction, Tim Walker

Blowing in the New Year

Wind

Like wind, sometimes we are blown into the direction of sorrow-

loss perhaps,

or sickness.

But a new year and a new wind,

perhaps a shade of pink.

Return to me

my lover

usher me into the sunlight

and the brush

Let my story come from here--

from this place of living.







Rodney Smith, Rosie Hardy

Stay tuned for more posts this year...
xoxox