Tuesday, February 22, 2011


Oh my goodness, these are the cutest little guys ever!! Please may I have one...please, please, please! Seriously...please.

Thought For The Day.

Jonathan Safran Foer's Tree Of Codes

I must admit I am one of those people who skips meals and ignores my phone when I get stuck into a awesome book. And as a designer I not only like to be challenged intellectually when I read a book I also like to be visually drawn into what I am reading. So when I found Jonathan Safran Foer's latest book, Tree of Codes, I was so excited! This book takes the integration of writing and design to a new level. This book is described as much a sculptural object as it is a work of fiction. Jonathan Safran Foer has taken his favorite book, The Street of Crocodiles by Polish-Jewish writer Bruno Schulz, and used it as a canvas, cutting into and out of the pages, to arrive at an original new story. The result is a text of cutout pages, with text peeking through windows as the tale unfolds. It is amazing. This guy is amazing!!! Go check him out. (He also writes a book called Eating Animals, which is truly spectacular, every single person should read it and open their eyes to the facts of their "food") G :)

"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living" - Jonathan Safran Foer

Hello Old Friend.

My old friend has come to visit me...her name is insomnia. And I don't really like her. Seriously last night I got 3hours sleep! It is insane because I love my sleep...I mean love my sleep. My bed and I have a special relationship and every time I fall into it, life is perfect! I normally sleep late, fall asleep easily and sleep through the night like a bear in hibernation!!! But about half a year ago, my heart was broken. It was like I stepped into a black hole. Everything changed. And for a long time I was broken and sleep completely eluded me. But this only lasted a few months till my bodies natural survival instinct kicked in and said, "Oh, hell no...you're not staying up all night again!" (I am so thankful for that strong, demanding, often annoying, little voice inside my head.) Anyway, so I started sleeping like the dead again...but lately, something has changed and I don't know what it is. I can't seem to tap into that happy, sleepy place I long for! Ah it sucks. I lie awake, staring at the clock, hating my silly self for been all bright eyed and bushy tailed. Eventually the bed feels so uncomfortable, its hot and then cold and I keep getting tangled in my blankets. It is so frustrating I often want to scream! I mean bedtime is my happy time, I enjoy been surround by blankets, snuggled and dozy, I enjoy dreaming, I enjoy waking up and realizing its too early and I get to sleep for a few more hours. Now sleeping is almost painful, I don't dream and I wake up late every morning and have to rush to be at work on time! Grrr! Can anyone relate? Does anyone have any suggestions on how I can fall snuggly back into slumber? It would be appreciated...sleepy, G :|

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The Clouds

Sometimes I like to lie with the clouds.
I float, completely alone.
The emptiness excites and overwhelms me.
They quietly hold me.
Soft and gentle they rock me.
No questions or whispers, only sweet silence.
They curl and twist around me.
My cocoon.
We drift in and out of nothingness.
My escape.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

In Every Moon And Every Star

I can not escape from you.
I can not be free of you.
You haunt me night and day.
So don't give me a choice,
I will make the same mistakes again.
My heart is always choosing wrong.

Once again I can not sleep.
It's you, in every moon and every star.
So here I dance on my own.
Surrounded by the echos.
The transparent dreams that will never be.
I have always been a dreamer.

The more I hold on,the more you let go.
Magnetic poles, we repel.
You will soon disappear.
The emptiness aches.
So I simply lie here,
And I wonder where did I go so wrong.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Live In A Love

Escape me?
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—

-Robert Browning

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

On The Origins Of Things

Everyone knows that the moon started out
as a renegade fragment of the sun, a solar
flare that fled that hellish furnace
and congealed into a flat frozen pond suspended
between the planets. But did you know
that anger began as music, played
too often and too loudly by drunken performers
at weddings and garden parties? Or that turtles
evolved from knuckles, ice from tears, and darkness
from misunderstanding? As for the dominant
thesis regarding the origin of love, I
abstain from comment, nor will I allow
myself to address the idea that dance
began as a kiss, that happiness was
an accidental import from Spain, that the ancient
game of jump-the-fire gave rise
to politics. But I will confess
that I began as an astronomer—a liking
for bright flashes, vast distances, unreachable things,
a hand stretched always toward the furthest limit—
and that my longing for you has not taken me
very far from that original desire
to inscribe a comet's orbit around the walls
of our city, to gently stroke the surface of the stars.

by Troy Jollimore

Thought For The Day.

When love is not madness, it is not love ~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Quote Of The Day.

The sensational Dali and Little Ashes

So Salvador Dali is my most favorite artist of all time. His work has inspired me greatly and I have always been magnetically drawn to his shocking character and unsound antics. He was so ahead of his time, even though many did appreciate his work and he was vastly regarded for his unusual, eccentric style. He was a very popular man and at the time was placed in a similar class to Elbert Einstein, with his curious theories. His work is beautiful, bizarre, crazed, striking and so passionate. I love it because it always holds extensive symbolism(and this is something I aspire to in my work). He was not simply painting something beautiful, as so many other artist did and still do, he often painted without the slightest aesthetic concern. Dali was very interested in death, new scientific theories and putrefaction as his subject matter, which were all hugely controversial topics to paint at the time. (My favorite been The Temptation Of St Anthony.) Anyway...I digress. The other night I finally watched Little Ashes. I have been wanting to watch this movie for so long and have just never got the chance. But finally I did, and it was worth the wait. It gives you an amazing view into his personality and how he grew more and more crazed and arrogant over the years. The movie is set in Madrid, where he attended the Student Residence, in 1922. And its' story is largely based around his tumultuous relationship with famous Poet, Federico Garcia Lorca, which quickly became a romantic one. Lorca and Dali both thought hugely of one another. Lorca (who, after his relationship with Dali, became openly gay) simply described Dali as Genius. He idolized Dali. (he even wrote a hugely famous poem called Ode To Dali). Dali was terribly concerned of been called gay (obviously this was tabu at this time) and he cut this relationship short. Dali also got bored very easily. But even in his final years he admitted to fond feelings towards Lorca. I love that about him though. He was so open, nothing was closed off to him, he experimented and failed and tested and progressed, he rebelled and shocked. He was not afraid to be against the norm. So what I am trying to say...this movie was amazing. If you are at all interested in Dali and art and poetry please watch it, I laughed and cried. It's one of the good ones. ;) G