A printed textiles graduate based in london sharing my inspirations and interests.
Friday, 30 December 2011
Wednesday, 28 December 2011
Au - RR vs. D
colours , lights, building a perfect utopia of what i have in my mind. spinning. sounds. i want this to be my life. i want to dream in this way. ill stick with day dreaming. im good at that. pencil me in next to that running girl though. or i am that girl. :)
Saturday, 24 December 2011
a man walked into a room Nicole Krauss
“He spoke of human solitude, about the intrinsic loneliness of a sophisticated mind, one that is capable of reason and poetry but which grasps at straws when it comes to understanding another, a mind aware of the impossibility of absolute understanding. The difficulty of having a mind that understands that it will always be misunderstood.”
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Monday, 12 December 2011
Tuesday, 22 November 2011
Sunday, 20 November 2011
Friday, 18 November 2011
Sunday, 13 November 2011
Monday, 7 November 2011
Saturday, 5 November 2011
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
Monday, 31 October 2011
London Drawing's Tower of London Lock-in as part of the BIG DRAW festival London
Imagine a lit up cobbled pathway,
and an eerie cold room,
a few crunching footsteps from the guards,
and shadows jumping off the heavy steel windows,
imagine a night where 20 people are let loose after hours,
to roam the ancient bricked rooms,
where histories of royality and tormented prisoners loom.
since 1066, when the Norman Conquest hit upon its walls
The Tower of London
is where the story falls.
We drew in darkened rooms to the tales being told by historical figures
We interpreted our own narratives in what we created.
King Henry the V111 even paid a visit.
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Fistful of love
I was lying in my bed last night staring
At a ceiling full of stars
When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel
We live together in a photograph of time
I look into your eyes
And the seas open up to me
I tell you I love you
And I always will
And I know you can't tell me
I know you can't tell me
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
And I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
And I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart
It's out of love
It's out of love
I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion
I accept and I collect upon by body
The memories of your devotion
And I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
And I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart
It's out of love, ooh hoo
It's out of love
Give me a little bit serious love
Give me a little full love
Be full of love
Fists, fists, fists full of love...
At a ceiling full of stars
When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel
We live together in a photograph of time
I look into your eyes
And the seas open up to me
I tell you I love you
And I always will
And I know you can't tell me
I know you can't tell me
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
And I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
And I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart
It's out of love
It's out of love
I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion
I accept and I collect upon by body
The memories of your devotion
And I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
And I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart
It's out of love, ooh hoo
It's out of love
Give me a little bit serious love
Give me a little full love
Be full of love
Fists, fists, fists full of love...
boredom leads to lists
flower,ginger and lemon and honey tea,lace,peeling grape skin,piano keys,pages of books,type writer art,hands,paints,matchboxes,cuddles,twirl bars,burning wood,crumbles, upholstered sofas,glitter,ribbons,words, trees, fairy lights,duvets, stitches, envelopes, small vintage tin boxes, old photos, people, someone, pencils, random notes, postcards, bleach and ink,cakes, more cuddles, giggling, pillows, feathers, benches, cats, wolfs, birds, snow flakes, big scarves, the colour mustard.
Friday, 28 October 2011
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Saturday, 22 October 2011
Friday, 21 October 2011
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
Why I love Winter
HOME MADE SOUPS
BIG PATTERNED JUMPERS
KNITTED HATS AND SCARVES
BURNING WOOD SMELLS
CATS LYING BY THE FIRE
CASSEROLES AND STEWS
HOT CHOCOLATE
MULLED EVERYTHING
THE SMELL OF CINNAMON AND CHAI.
THE SMELLS OF WINTER .
BIG PATTERNED JUMPERS
KNITTED HATS AND SCARVES
BURNING WOOD SMELLS
CATS LYING BY THE FIRE
CASSEROLES AND STEWS
HOT CHOCOLATE
MULLED EVERYTHING
THE SMELL OF CINNAMON AND CHAI.
THE SMELLS OF WINTER .
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Sunday, 16 October 2011
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Monday, 10 October 2011
Sunday, 9 October 2011
'My name is Harvey Milk and I'm here to recruit you!'
We need more people in this world like Harvey Milk. He wasn't just fighting for gay people around the world , he was fighting to save lives, to bring hope to a world full of any kind of prejudice, he dreamt of a world were rights of all people would be equal, he envisioned this world in his head and he reached his goal and he died knowing it. He changed perspectives , he made lives safer and his death brought 30,000 people to the streets of San Francisco in a march from the Castro to City Hall in a peaceful candlelight vigil.
He is a hero.
He is a hero.
The death of Harvey Milk- November 27th 1978- a sad day.
Max Richter- German Born Composer and pianist. 1966.
'Max Richter trained in composition and piano at Edinburgh University, at the Royal Academy of Music, and with Luciano Berio in Florence.
On completing his studies, Max co-founded the iconoclastic classical ensemble Piano Circus, where he stayed for ten years, commissioning and performing works by Arvo Pärt, Brian Eno, Philip Glass, Julia Wolfe and Steve Reich
In the late 90s he worked with a number of electronic artists, notably Future Sound of London on their album 'Dead Cities". He subsequently collaborated with FSOL over a period of two years, also contributing to the albums "The Isness" and "The Peppermint Tree and Seeds of Superconsciousness". Max also collaborated with Mercury Prize winner Roni Size, on "In the Mode".
In June 2002, Max released his debut solo album, "memoryhouse", recorded with The BBC Philharmonic Orchestra. This was followed in March 2004 by FatCat's release of "The Blue Notebooks", with featured readings by Tilda Swinton.
In 2005 Max produced Vashti Bunyan's outstanding comeback album "Lookaftering".
2006 saw the release of "Songs From Before" based on Haruki Murakami texts read by Robert Wyatt. That same year, Max began performing "from The Art of Mirrors", an evolving score to previously unseen Super 8mm films of Derek Jarman.
Max's more recent work continues to stretch the notions of what Classical music is. ‘24 Postcards In Full Colour’, released in August 2008, is an experimental work made up of 24 composed ringtones.
Max works widely in film music, installation and the theatre, most recently on INFRA, made with Wayne MacGregor and Julian Opie for The Royal Ballet, London. The Ballet was the subject of a BBC 'making of' documentary.
Max was named 2008 European Composer Of The Year for his score to Ari Folman's Waltz With Bashir, for which he was also nominated for the Prix France Musique.' - taken from his website
I want this playing at my wedding live. please.
With chandeliers in the trees and fairy lights in a forest, white or red carpet, and shetland ponies and flowers . i can dream .
Friday, 7 October 2011
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Thursday, 29 September 2011
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
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