They missed my particular favorite – the Perpetual Calendar by Arina Pozdynak . It’s a dateless calendar, focusing more on seasons and the natural drift of time undivided by days, weeks, or months. Beautifully done.
A few shots from a visit to the Getty Center over the foggy weekend –
I forgot how visually indulgent museums are. It’s a luxury, to slowly wander through the rooms and halls and let your eyes take in all the beauty and creativity before you. The paintings are all hanging there, sculptures frozen, for eyes to behold, admire, question, and pass.
I’ve often considered the museums in LA to be sorely lacking in interesting permanent collections or rotating exhibitions. In turn, I’ve favored local gallery exhibitions within our small art communities much more. But this past weekend was lovely, and a quiet appreciation for museums was renewed within me. Looking forward to more museum days ahead.
Blood oranges from this week’s farmers’ market. These are the Moro variety, and they have an understated sweetness of berries, with the most beautiful dark, crimson flesh.
Sailing through this Monday with a recollection of delightful things
Peonies – Peonies can really woo, can’t they? They’re beautiful; the happiest of all blooms.
Simple Things – This shot is from a time when a friend and I dissolved ourselves silly with this down feather that escaped from a pillow. We named her Heather the Feather, fought over her, made up stories about her, and blew her off back and forth. Anyway, it represents the times when the simplest things make you so incredibly happy, because of who you’re with, and what’s inside of you.
Ice Cream – …needs no explanation. Over here we have Blackberry Mint, Salted Caramel, and Cucumber.
Stringed Lights – I like having them everywhere. In my room, dinners on rooftops, in my dream wedding, looped and draped in my head.
Childhood Sentiments – When deep inside, your childhood faith in the life of inanimate objects comes alive again.
…So You Can Eat Dirty
Candlelit Dinners – When your insides glow because of love, good food, and wine. When there’s nothing of the day left except for this.
It’s easy to get absorbed in work; to get lost in your mind with projects, ideas, colors, words, and numbers. Times when the creative current from my mind to my fingers seems to flow effortlessly, as I knock down those projects and wrangle up every color and figure with my lasso of wit and brilliance, I can surface from that state with the booty of productivity.
But for those rare occasions, when ideas are as realized as unicorns, I like to take a walk outside. It’s good to look up at the big sky. To listen to the wind blow. To get some feeling back into my legs.
These are some shots from one of those walks- did I say rare occasions? Oops, I meant to say rarely occasional– that I took yesterday at a park across the street. It was a beautiful day- the sky was magnificently blue, and a cool wind blew through my hair and against my eyelids.
With a couple of the photos, I created illustrations of words, colors, lines, or shapes they inspired within me. It’s a fun practice, and a great way for me to get back on my creative track. Because after all that walking, really, shouldn’t I be able to run?