PAPERCLAY
A ring of gold and the sun in it?
Lies. Lies and a grief.
- The Couriers, Sylvia Plath
THOSE DAYS
in the dream i stood at the top of the chilly church tower looking down upon twisted domes and the sad cypress while someone chanted a melody which went on forever, insistently iambic – the night wind swirls in-the sky and sings – pablo neruda.
art history left me with an inordinate suspicion of cypress trees (van gogh) and all postmodern art (duchamp, mostly) but the church tower used to be the bane of my careless mind – in expurgating all i knew about the eleven stars, the horizon, brushstrokes et al onto examination sheets i would invariably leave this “compositionally essential” building out everytime, as if through subconscious force of habit. i went through academia largely in a narcopletic stupor, allowing habit to propel me from classes through mistakes to graduation.
it feels scary to be evaluating such a huge part of your life in a general, hazy retrospect. with adulthood it seems comes the cheery acknowledgement that the entity “those days” exist, and slowly the dreadful acceptance that “those days”, of the infinitely carefree and fresh lifestyles you would define yourself by, become increasingly nebulous, like waking from dreams.
FANGIRL MODE
this is really uncharacteristic but i spent the past weekend, happily, on a kungfu movie marathon.
WISDOM WOES
almost almost sure that this works by way of smarting SO badly normal ulcer pain seems bearable in the end.
MMM MAGAZINE TABLE
marvellous reason for never dumping magazines.
from KEEP FEELING FASCINATION
BONNY AND BLITHE, GOOD AND GAY
this is the birthday wishlist verbalised after loads of procrastination and ruminating and, seeing as my special day’s just a breath away, should and will function as a generic wishlist instead..
1. white chloé orthopedics
2. a wooden desk with french affectations, of the variety that dominate modern decorating blogs.
3. another bolster. the best sleep for me happens deep within a pillow pileup, warm weather notwithstanding.
4. luxurious bedsheets
5. an idiotproof sewing machine. owing to an unfortunate habit of not trying clothes at the store, due in part to my resolutely digging though Great Singapore Sale and flea market troughs, in part to impatience, half the hangers in my wardrobe bear tactile, pretty but generally misshapen swathes.
6. Alexander Girard Book by House Industries
7. Fables Covers by James Jean
8. old issues of Martha Stewart Weddings – for their delicious pictures =)
9. Mondofragile
10. Mondofragile 2
11. a livin’ clawin’ powderpuff to jolt silas out of his eighteen-hour daily stupor. i’m partial towards british shorthair kittens and lush coats. call it insurance, call it mercenary ; being awful with heartbreaks, i’m bent on getting a new kitty every four-five years to, in theory, somewhat offset the inevitable passing of the oldest. silas played dead in an empty pillowcase once and i very nearly went into cardiac arrest.
12. but a LION will do, really.
13. Sony Cyber-shot DSC-T700, may the previous camera rest in peace. it split down its middle after years of abuse!
14. Ricoh CX1
15. Canon EF 50mm f2.5 compact macro lens
16. sketchbooks usually make up a substantial percentage of my expenditure/birthday haul so if anything at all, one might as well make it a limited edition helvetica moleskine.
17. mascara
18. the miscellaneous usuals like wit, courage, laughter, fortitude, happiness, good productivity, good grace, shining eyes, world dominion, sambal kangkong and french fries cooked in tangerine sauce!
image trove: DKIMAGES PICTOPIA HOUSE IND. PROCESSRECESS NUBBYTWIGLET FOTORIESEL HARBORLINEN SANTAROSA
SCRUFFY
aren’t you happy silas, you are in THE GRAVEYARD BOOK.
Silas, a Caretaker. The graveyard’s caretaker serves as Nobody’s guardian until he might guard himself, for the insubstantial dead must stay with their bones — and they have no means to nourish a living child. Teacher, counselor, and vigilant champion, Silas is not alive, but he is not dead. And unlike the ghosts, he may move among the living in order to acquire food, medicine, and other necessities.
couldn’t find the book anywhere here nor anymore illustrations from the web, alas! neil gaiman and dave mckean complement each other so effortlessly. mckean’s work reminds me of sound effects from the movie, 13 ghosts. it goes right up my skin. synaesthesia, much?
DESIGN POLICE KIT
from HERE – full-resolution pdf downloadable from the site! for the sake of this tender ego i shall exercise some printer restraint because i can think of a thousand and one places these could go on my portfolio. the lecturers at lasalle will have a field day.
SUCCULENT
doesn’t THIS PILLOW look like the most ticklish thing ever? i wouldn’t EVER dare let it touch my neck ; just staring at it makes me feel all giggly. =)
