as long as i live

I watched Small Town Murder Songs on dvd the other night.
The opening scene was thrown out at me with the power of this song.

It is a tremendous, stabbing, alluring opening sequence.

It's the music - definitely - and the slow movement of the camera panning across the shocked expression of a woman's reaction to something that has just happened, that drew me in.

Slow Motion. 

I Love slow motion - particularly when it's lifted and highlighted and intensified with the very direct and pounding gaze of the right Music!

That's how Jane Campion's The Piano got to me.
All the vessels from my heart got vacuumed into every detail of that film.

Small Town Murder Songs, for me, is a film lifted by the soundtrack.
The content lost me a little - but not in a bad way - in a way that a dream does when its focus keeps shifting. You know those dreams that leave you with a strong sense of colour and feeling, faces and moments but leave you unable to describe it.
That's how I experienced this film. I could tell you what it is about but my re-telling would be without conviction or certainty.
I could absolutely tell you how it feels....
And it smells - like this:

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lies behind the text

'....she wraps parts of her photos with floral ornamentation and others with cited calligraphy taken from Biblical texts. They are almost abstract and enigmatic, arousing the viewer's curiosity to discover what are the photographed objects, what meanings lies behind the texts..'

ronit bigal

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Loie Fuller - Danse Serpentine by Lumière Brother

Today The Girl dances.

party!

Sarah Raskey

This week is feeling light despite the grey.
There are festivities afoot... celebrations of completion and achievement - a party!
There are birthdays.
Milestone purchases.
Conversation.
The closing in of a year - and the emerging whispers of a new one.
Do we celebrate the end of one - or the start of a new one?
 - or do we bring their hands together and say:
"you two! you know, you're not all that different... you should hang out more!"

Yes - today there is colour?
Is there for you?

blackout poetry

I was visiting artistic odyssey a few weeks back and came across a post on blackout poetry featuring the work of Tyler Knott.

It encouraged me to search for more ....

And when I did - i discovered Austin Kleon

I have to say...... there's something about blackout poetry. 

I love it!

It ignites curiosity - maybe a bit of intrigue - bit of cloak 'n dagger - revelation of code....

You know those movies where you get access to an underworld. 

Where you're driven through dark empty roads lined with very tall ominous trees. Usually you're in a limousine driven by someone who is very still, very silent and very faceless. 

There's music - it's unsettling.

And then you're driven up a very long driveway and at the end there's nearly always a mansion. All lit up and powerful against the dark. They're beautiful those mansions - just like the Siren's song.

But usually you're not really getting all this because you are - of course - blindfolded.

You're taken (by the faceless silent) through those towering doors - you're blindfold is removed.

And there it is - (you can fill this space with you're own imagery....)

For me, it's the thought:

"So! That's what's been going on behind these doors..... so that's what's Really been happening"

Blackout feels the same. 

Like you've been let in on a secret.

"So that's what's Really been going on behind those words! And all this time I though it was saying something entirely different"

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And what a wonderful way to write horoscopes!

I think this process of creating poetry would be great for kids. Mine can't read yet - but just getting them to circle words then colour in the rest of the page..... well - it would be so interesting to see what they reveal.

Treasure

I am Gathering. 

finding. sourcing. collecting. making..... thinking on

Small Things. 

Just a few - but enough - to make up a parcel to send to an as-yet unknown address. 

To a person I have never met, 

nor spoken to, 

nor know anything about.

It is a very wonderful thing!

It's a give and receive project in celebration of the festive season. 

For me it is also a celebration of the delights of Slow Mail - of the handwritten - of the journey over the seas that patterns a parcel not only with what it contains and the thoughts of its creator - but in the time it takes and the places it has moved through. 

In this one idea - many more are conjured. 

Thoughts on the process and feeling of giving to a stranger. Thoughts on connecting. 

We do connect very differently with the the handwritten envelope, don't we? - than the typed one - than the sounding of an sms - the number on the email inbox.

That pen mark speaks volumes. It warms.

Do you agree?

Visit Wandering the North Pole to find out more.

Images here, here, here and here

heart-space

“They sang the words in unison, yet somehow created a web of sounds with their voices. It was like hearing a piece of fabric woven with all the colors of a rainbow. I did not know that such beauty could be formed by the human mouth. I had never heard harmony before.” 
― Anita Diamant, The Red Tent

Images: here, here, here and here

I Could Die Looking at You

Listen to this man....
He sounds like Sunday.
He sounds like our place right now - where there's a three year old who turns four tomorrow.

There's a whole lot to celebrate in that Four!
For her and for us.
For us - well - this three-nearly-four-year-old took quite some time in the making.
It got hard.
It's not an uncommon story is it - but a story non-the-less....

And I'll share it with you one day -

But for now I'll say - when a kind stranger said to us "read This Book" - she changed our lives.
I wish I could tell her that.
I'll tell you instead.

why i adore the night

This week I have been so fortunate to have the opportunity to contribute to Hila's 'why i adore the night' project. Hila's blog le projet d'amour is a regular source of inspiration to me - her discussion and aesthetic is rich and beautiful.
If you get the opportunity please visit "why i adore the night' and experience how others have expressed their experience and relationship with Night!
Read more here about Hila's inspiration and idea to explore the subject - beginning from her reading of Jeanette Winterson's article of the same name in The Guardian in 2009.

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for lachy

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