lost and found

In London, yet less than a week ago I found a heart at the bottom of my tea cup. Yes, I found it back! What was it doing so faraway, hiding for so many years in a cup of raspberry flavoured tea anyways? So I took a picture and claimed my heart back right in time to give it out to a very special someone.

And with this picture, say goodbye to the blurry shots courtesy of Panasonic DMC-FX7 (i.e. the soap dish)! The new era of Sony Nex-3 has begun, and nevermind the fact that I can’t take pictures – this camera can. I’ve been practice-shooting kitties at home this morning – won’t be sharing those pics though, in fear of turning this blog into Cat The Cute of sorts… but the camera is doing miracles with whatever you point it to (hm, gotta try my face)…
Tomorrow I’m in Paris – the sunny Paris! And I’m going to act like a bad tourist before heading down to the RA showroom. I’m dying to see it, document it, photograph it, and after long yet lovely conversations with everyone who takes part spend a night putting it into the most abstruse of terms.

desmet

http://www.amerrymishapblog.com/2011/02/desmet.html

Got these from A Merry Mishap - simply gorgeous! I'll do a slightly altered 'copy/paste' of these interiors to my own home when I finally move.

Text.

Pages of it have been spewed out on the floor, motionless, random, pointless, absurd. But in all is such a hidden dynamica on a steady path of convergence to one probable outcome, untimed and presumed. Yet it does take shape, the longer you stare at it, and I feel like I’ve been staring for years, reading the random spill of letters, life’s notes written for me in evil tongues, running a spectrum of emotions from bafflement to boredom, at times sparse and drenched in reverb of the immediate past, at times exhilarating…
My comfort shell – totally insular and socially autistic, the past months did not seem to fit for the role of a writer or a blogger. So throw in some meditation (i.e. trip to London), meetings, decisions and inspiration and you get a pot of magic brew, brimful – good enough to cast love spells….or produce even more text – raw unedited text, the stream of consciousness text, the kind of text I love.
Text…
…riddled with symbolism and hidden meanings. Letters aligned to the page, poised so casually on top of each line that it’s almost sexual. But behind the reading and the research... behind the text is one thought, that I’m killing time ‘til five o’clock.