A Line Of Love, Around My Neck

Love, the necklace
Hands, chest and shoulders
Love, the idea
A line around my neck, Love
The love, necklace

Love, the idea of it in all forms. From the start of time to the very end, it remains such a constant, this bond we create with others and enforce throughout all our lives with words, actions, thoughts and creations.

Both so flimsy and unbreakable in the same breath. To me, the love for a friend is as strong as passionate romantic love, and to other the love for family is strongest of all. Millions of ways and counting to express this inexpressible occurrence of emotions.

I’m a writer, in the sense that I express myself best through words and prose infused ramblings. And though I have read my favorites, Neruda and Yeats,and dunked myself in the lovely throes of their expressions of love found, I’ve always thought that- to me at least- the idea of love was best expressed in music. The kind of music that transcends and breaks through language barriers and tugs at the hearts of everyone regardless of origin. Prose is lovely and fantastic, and the most skilled wordsmiths can break my heart apart with just one good sentence, but music puts me back together and to me at least, it cannot be surpassed in the stirring of emotions.

Songs that infuse in me the idea of love, to the very tips of my fingers:

Fyfsta– Olafur Arnalds

The Heart Asks Pleasure First– Michael Nyman

Beethoven’s 5 Secrets– The Piano Guys

We Had Today– Rachel Portman

Charms– Abel Korzeniowski

The Ash In Our Clothes– Sleeping At Last

Your Hands Are Cold– Dario Marianelli, Jean-Yves Thibaudet

Messier 45– Stellardrone

The Light– The Album Leaf

Adagio For Strings-The City Of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra

Cloud Atlas Finale– Tom Tykwer

Your Hand In Mine-Explosions In The Sky

~m

Hunger sounds, Hi-Fructose colors and some Kinfolk pencils- A Perfect Sunday

these little things
more colors, more sounds
you were mine, before you where  theirs
Trade me the sky for these colors
those mountains, always
These mountains, always
tools of the trade
Colors, pens and my blacks
X-Formula Nailpolish colors
Hi-Fructose, Hunger and Kinfolk

What’s a perfect Sunday to you?

After spending Saturday having a Batman movie marathon with the boyfriend (the Nolan ones if you’re curious) and searching for perfect scarves that were available in the realm of no-where and never (Alexander McQueen, who knew I would be such a sucker for your clouds of strange gothic loveliness to lace around a slightly chilly neck ) and makings surprisingly tasty Sesame Noodles ( surprising because I didn’t burn anything AND both of us ended up with full bellies) I wanted to spend Sunday in pools of color, dipping my creativity in chilly water and marking up pages with loose lines and mountains.

I’m sure my neighbors think i’m at least half insane when I tie up my curtains to dance in the light with paint and music. But well, at least i’m giving them a good show yeah?
Happy weekends ya’ll < 3

~m

Art Journal Monday- Spirits In Your Head, Love

The World Does Not Pause For Anyone, fables and coffee
typography art journal pages, fables and coffee
typography art journal pages, fables and coffee
Fashion themed art journal pages, fables and coffee
the girl, art journal page, fashion
Spirits in your head, love art journal page
The blur here, art journal pages post, fables and coffee

the color brown, art journal pages, fables and coffee
the color brown is a skill, fables and coffee art journal pages
you and I, a mistake, art journal pages, fables and coffee
the winter soldier in a blur, art journal post

I’ve spent the past week trying to immerse myself in office life (who knew fancy trousers cost so much?How did I actually end up disliking hour lunches?Why are all the good looking people in the IT department?) and wrapping up the last of my holiday shopping so I don’t have to brave the shops the week RIGHT before and accidentally end up tripping over someone in my haste for that last box of perfect smelling tea.

The year itself is coming to an end, right around the corner. Soon enough we’ll start seeing those ” and in this New Year...” posts, all those lists of things to do and goals to accomplish and while I’m always the first to commend people on being motivated towards the things they want,i’ve started to realized that that time frame of Old Year—> New Year has faded dramatically for me. Last year this time, I was gearing up to head to California to spend time with my best friend Watson, and explore places familiar and strange. This year, i’ve got a new job, one that I wouldn’t have even considered applying to before, and no idea of my next adventure in sight. And I think… i’m ok with that.

I still think of myself as a human disaster, but as this year comes to a close, maybe i’ll see myself as closer to a balled up blanket on the bed than the epic triple car crash collision of before?

Music on repeat this week-
Animals- Maroon 5
Tomorrow– Daughter
Do you…(Cashmere Cat remix)– Miguel
The Hanging Tree– James Newton Howard
Border Crosser– Trails and Ways

~m

Art Journal Monday- My High Gloss Fantasy Caffeine High

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I’ve had a subscription to Vogue (USA)  for as long as I can remember, and the funny thing is, most people that know me in real life would probably be surprised by that. But there is so much artistry, passion and collective effort in each issue, not to mention in each and every spread, that I sometimes wonder why it’s not a given that I would bow my head and speed off into the glossy pages every month. I seek inspiration in many hued fabric colors, find calm in the way the light falls on a models face as she turns to the camera to be captured in a perfect shot, and I fall into the story telling power that keeps me turning page after page until only the back cover is left.

There’s plenty to say for and against the fashion world, and i’ve heard most all arguments worth making. Defending one side or the other isn’t my jam though, I’ll leave that to the more informed and passionate of defenders. I just like to sit in the early morning light, drink my coffee, and fall into the high gloss fantasy that sweeps everything away and sparks inspiration down my spine and through my fingertips.

~m

A Story, In Few Words- Photography Practice and Missing Cups o’ Joe

Wipe those eyes, brush brushChristian Dior and Gold Stuff Baked, in my makeup bag Lipstick, and here's that pale skin the sun hates

Recently I had someone tell me “I like your blog, it’s not like….about makeup and stuff.” And I remember that my face scrunched up a little and I stared at my fingernails with the kind of intensity that you can only achieve when you know exactly what you want to say, but you’d really rather not say it.

Nope, I don’t blog about makeup (or “stuff” really….I kinda just throw stuff on here and pretend it’s a cohesive train of intentions) but I can tell you that 60 % of the blogs I follow, they do. And while I don’t think I have ever really gleaned true knowledge from those blogs, it’s more because of the human disaster that I can be rather than a failing on said bloggers.

I admire them though, and the courage to put myself out there, out here, it comes from them. So no, you’re never going to read a blog post here about the best mascara to use, or if primer really is useful when it comes to anyones routine (seriously, is it? Someone answer this…), and I won’t even share the one and only time I tried to use a blowdryer and ended up smacking myself in the face and scorching my neck with what I consider inappropriate Mordor-level-heat. But man, don’t use my blog as an example of the “right” way to blog or whatnot. Because 1, my blog is an utterly inconsequential mess, and 2, there’s no such thing. If you want to blog about makeup, do it. Want to write about Thomas Paine’s ideas and his influence on the American Revolution, yes, right on. Not everyone’s going to like everything that’s out there, obviously, and this sort of rhetoric maybe only fits certain aspects of the blogging sphere, but when at all possible, build people up, don’t tear them down. Maybe, yeah? And now for more coffee….

~m