raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens

A few of my favorite things, Part 1 : )

To break in my new camera (!!!!!!!!!) I thought I’d experiment a bit with the knick-knacks in my bedroom…and no. Not that kind.

When kids in my class were collecting Barbie dolls and football jerseys, I remained true to my cultural heritage – I wanted free. I went for business cards. I like to think I’ve grown up a bit since then – now I’ve branched out to old class notes/homework/rubbish, plastic grocery bags later to be used for rubbish (coincidence?) … and exotic street art. Be proud : ). My dream is to travel the world and collect ornate, authentic pieces to furnish my home with – a day bed here, a silk screen there – a veritable Ten Thousand Villages in my (hypothetical) foyer, and I would be the one to have knocked on every last local artisan’s door.

It’s a dream a little larger, I would say, than life – and my budget – so I started small. : )

I’m working my way into the big leagues,  awaiting the day my real job and real salary and real antique Moroccan apothecary table (!) arrive – but until then, I’m happy with the little treasures I’ve carefully chosen over the years. I like that each piece has a story, that I spotted it in a crowded bazaar or an elegant European alleyway (and no, that is not an oxymoron), felt a rush of excitement at its perfection, weighed the coins in my palm, gauged my desire, walked away, decided I really, really wanted it… I’ve been lucky enough to see a few corners of the world with my family, and I want to cherish those moments. Preferably when they are manifest as beautiful things. : P

This statue came from a street fair in Seville (absolutely one of my favorite cities in the world…without a doubt)…and this is where it all started. It was winter break of 8th grade, I believe – we stopped at the booth by chance and I decided that it was time to start living. I forked over the 15 euros I’d been saving the entire week and thus the collection was born.

It’s union at its utmost, plain and simple.

These dancers in relief I found on a sidewalk in Vienna, just outside this enormous yellow castle that I can’t ever remember the name of, and that no one who’s been to the city ever seems to have heard of (Once I say “yellow”, it’s over. You’ve never seen such skepticism, trust me.)

These paintings might be common there – I’m not sure. But I was absolutely floored by this one; you can see the tautness in every muscle, the strain in the flexed arabesque, the emotion, the perfection with which the two align – and the spotlight all but brings them to life.

And last for today, a recent acqusition…

It’s a little taste of Vegas – where dreams really do come true? : P


3 Responses to “raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens”

  1. 1 amanda
    March 16, 2010 at 7:41 pm

    wow…your writing and your art are just so…fluid and beautiful. if i came upon this page not knowing you, i wouldnt think you were a bioe. hahaha.

  2. 3 amanda
    March 16, 2010 at 7:42 pm

    and that one where the statue is a little out of focus and the metal relief plaque is in the back…so good…

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