Monday, December 31, 2012

December // New Years

 2012 was both beautiful but challenging. I learned a great deal about myself. I picked up watercolors and began my introduction to properly painting with them. I realized how beautiful strength can be and it is a dance worth learning. Worth mastering. I met new kindred spirits that showed me the beauty of a wild spirit, to let go and be. I learned to follow a woodland animal's instinct and the art of breathing. Most things I learned from nature. I am still learning, and it will never end. A cycle, the ellipse of undiscovered meaning

Today will be partially spent reflecting, and then towards commencement it will be spent focusing on the future. Today will be pomegranate seeds, old creaky accordion music and words about dreams, it will be filled with thick woolen handed-down sweaters to evade the cold, dancing underneath the moon and the stars a bit to dim to find in the city sky.

In the new year I want knitting needles, paint brushes, books to be read, studies to be completed, history to be found, land to be explored, picnics to be had, journeys to be taken, I want poetry in the post and to dance with shadows. I want strength like a cloaked jeweled armor, I want the mountains and the woods the frost of the seasons and buds of spring.

I hope you all have a beautiful New Years and spent it with the ones you love

"Seek knowledge. Open yourself up to possibility. Keep your heart open, your head high and your spirit free. Embrace your darkness along with your light."

December, captured.

vulpine

I do not care for the winter sun #ootd

"Send me your flowers of your December"

Collecting light

Little owl

All of us have a place...

#breakfast #onthetable

More birdies #art

Winter skies

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Petrichor - The smell of earth after rain.

Winter To-Do List

journal every day, my dreams, my wishes, lines of poetry. inspiration 



bake because I love baking and decorating and the scent in the air especially during rainy days



write a secret message in a bottle, and send it to the sea



sleep...early. I've always had a fascination with the dawn. I think it is the most beautiful time of day. Where everything is a hybrid of calm and magical, the light is like no other, I am a night owl by nature but I want to learn to wake early and make a warm mug of tea and sit outside by the flowers and watch the sun ascend



reflect gaze at the nighttime stars. be thankful. be poignant. whisper to the moon



listen to classical melodies, compositions, Sleeping Beauty, Swan Lake, The Nutcracker



collect currently on the lookout for: a vintage painter's toolbox, preferably wood, a beautiful antique photo album for the old photographs I collect. I think they are beautiful and you can get a glimpse of the days past, a different era, a memory of forgotten dreams




Sunday, December 16, 2012

Tinkerbell

Untitled
photograph by Lauren Treece

Tinker Bell — possibly, the quintessential faery. As characterized by J. M. Barrie in Peter Pan, she exhibits so many traditional faery qualities: we first experience her as a small glow of pure light; her form is only visible when stationary; she is described as “still growing.” So, like all faeries, she is in a state of flux and transformation. She is dressed in a skeleton-leaf dress, indicating that she is not only connected to nature but also inner nature. Her costume reveals her figure to “the best advantage,” and she is “slightly inclined to embonpoint” — a phrase that lends an earthy, sensual quality to her more ethereal nature. She is in transition between childhood and womanhood. Her voice is typical of the Fae in that it has to be translated to be understood. The bell tinkles and chirruping that faeries use to communicate make a language as difficult and puzzling as any riddle.
Peter Pan is otherworldly, yet Tinker Bell is from a place even beyond “the second star to the right and straight on till morning.” Her sparkling faery dust seems to indicate that she is made of starlight and is a true astral being.

Time does not touch Peter Pan. He lives continually in the moment, with no responsibility, no memory, no mother’s love; he is essentially heartless. Tinker Bell represents his missing heart. She is all feeling, all emotion. She loves him passionately. Perhaps, her most endearing qualities are also her most human: her temper, her possessiveness, her jealousy. But she is ultimately the most noble, for she willingly sacrifices her own life for a greater good. Tinker Bell and all her attributes link us to the faery world. Like all true faeries, she is a messenger, telling us that no matter how small you feel, the heart can be as infinite as love allows.
It is Tinker Bell who makes us believe.
— World of Faerie, by Brian Froud.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Waldeinsamkeit: "the feeling of being alone in the woods"



Well, Winter is coming soon. I love winter. Autumn and Winter are my favorite seasons. If it were possible, everyday would be one of the two. We put our Christmas tree up the day after Thanksgiving. I still don't know what we are going to do for that day, besides run to the movie theatres to catch Les Misérables. Anyway, the other night I had a dream about owls. It is said that the Lenape Indians believed to dream of an owl, it becomes your guardian. Symbolically, owls are truth seers, and bring wisdom. I think being drawn to owls has come at a perfect time. I believe you should do what you love passionately, take risks without fear but always have happiness in your heart. To be graceful and to see the beauty in everything is key. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I have to believe in my self in order to grow, and I have to be driven in order to succeed. I think we are a lot similar to seeds, and roots, although we can't see growth right away, within the earth the roots are sprouting and blossoming. 

“As the glow of the cabin windows turned to flickers through the trees and then to black, her eyes adjusted and the starlight alone on the pure white snow was enough to light her way. The cold scorched her cheeks and her lungs, but she was warm in her fox hat and wool. An owl swooped through the spruce boughs, a slow-flying shadow, but she was not frightened. She felt old and strong, like the mountains and the river. She would find her way home.” 

Here are some woodland creature paintings up in the shop

cervidae