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Somethings Missing

16 Jun

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The Big Picture

17 Mar

Not too long ago, I found myself traipsing around the Andreas Gursky exhibition in Melbourne.
I was with a sweet boy, uttering issues about work, life and love. As you do.

Moving along now.
So while sinking into Gursky’s photos, which are tremendous images of humanity’s simultaneous isolation and communal sharing of experiences, we we’re trying not to talk too much about the work and other nefarious issues, but instead talking about the photos, because we both feel it utterly necessary to live a life inspired (some prefer to say distracted) by art-slash-design–slash-photography.
Naturally.
So, as we stand in front of an oversized landscape of an apartment building, (The Montparnasse, Paris ’93) which shows more than a hundred windows, each different, bold, beautiful and intrinsically unique.
He made a frivolous comment about the poor guy who had the lilac and burgundy blinds, and how much he must hate living there.
I thought quietly for a moment, gazing into the windows that filled my mind before me and turned around promptly to the sound of an oddly quiet voice that could coat the most prophetic announcements.
“It might look bad from where he’s standing, but it works so beautifully as part of the whole.”
A young boy about the age I started appreciating design and art in a bigger scope was standing closely behind us. Starring amusingly at the giant print, analysing more than any adult in the room could ever have imagined.
Instantly, the fundamental point in my mind emerges.
He was right. The entire exhibition exemplified a deliberation of fine detail, infrastructure and how each and every unit, person or colour became a pawn within an entire landscape.
Which now had us asking; How does everything we do fit into the whole world view? How does the dynamic change when we take the long view? Or the outside perspective? And if you change your blinds (or job for instance…), do you need or even want to think about the surrounding picture? …What comes next?

The Montparnasse, Paris

The Montparnasse, Paris

Maybe Gusky was onto something afterall.

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A heart’s dream.

24 Dec

I do not need a symbol
Of love, a common heart shape to decorate a cake.
The heart that is supposed to belong, or break.

All hearts are meant to pound,
This is to be expected, the hearts
normal struggle against being drowned.

Most hearts live small,
But some hearts dream further; they force you to listen,
to dream past the front gate.

It’s a constant pestering in my ears,
A caught moth in a burning flame,
A burst water main at the end of your street.

Because it’s not enough to dream that small.
Its not enough to wait by the wall.

Unless you follow, the heart will ache and the hearts true mystery still awaits.
You’ll find it at the boarding gate.

A typeface to remember

20 Dec

The letters continue to fall
like quiet rain along my way.

The letters of all that lives
and dies,
our letters of the light,
of moon,
of silence,
of water,

I love you,
and in your mysterious face
I gather thought.
not only careful consideration or combat,
but an immaculate form,
your adorn,
senses start to fade away.

every sound in this letterset playground we once called home.
Still surrounded with the colour of a dream I once had.

letterform

Image courtesy of [the pretty, new] Compfight with user Lord Jim.

Between the stars and the earth

9 Dec

Sandwiched that night between the stars and the earth I felt so small and insignificant.
I remember once looking out through the window of an always open mind, thinking how giant mountains seemed to be only as high as the ridges of your fingertips, while the deepest valleys hardly seemed to scratch the surface.

It keeps me asking everyday what is all the fuss about?
The world can become so small, but I can’t drop that sense of wonder.
My eyes will always lift to the horizon, the heart will always hear the story unfold.
And just this once I’ll let the comfort of my smallness hold me as my thoughts drift away and I fall asleep into this night.

Glory bound

1 Dec

Life is a growing expedition
Through the twisted and tangled, unfilled in parts.
What happens when I leave this place?
Because of the fear we don’t trust
Our own choices?
our story? our colours?
Be afraid and leap regardless.
Keep watching, waiting, take the leap.

Push into the questions of our lives when nothing feels clear.
We have a chance to do absolutely anything, to reach out to another, vulnerable and true.
To dance on the rooftops in euphoria, to sing in the ocean, to dream proud and loud. Take it.
Just let go.

What are you afraid of?

This chance is not every moment, but it is mine, and now it is yours.
Take that ticket, board that plane.
I’m taking a chance on the wind.
I’m packing all my bags
Making a mistake I’ve got to make
And I’m glory bound.

Pink Jasmine

30 Nov

Grow pink jasmine in a room that always stays yours
Remember building dreams and talk of leaving.
And how to play hard way past dinner.
Remember about thoughts and graces
Remember to let down and admit overwhelm
I am going to try to ease up on rushing the tie down of who I am.
Let it stay loose and supple
Let myself change- reinvent, try it all differently
Be kind,
Be grace,
Be true.
Just simply, be you.