cornucopia

This is what the inside of my gut looks likes right now.

Richard Barnes: Animal Logic Installation, Cranbrook

check out: Natural History, Not-So-Natural Setting

I whip my hair back and forth

I can't imagine a more appropriate, "welcome back" post than one about Hair Whips.

Émilie Voirin has created a range of whips, shaving brushes and trinket boxes made of hair. These beautiful handmade pieces seem objectionable, yet enticingly smooth. I am not one for whips or even detached human hair for that matter. (Floor follicles at a hair salon always give me the dry heaves.) But these objects luster and playfully comment on our relationship with animal hair and traditional materials.

I pluck out any stray wiry gray hair I spot on my head, but I'm surprisingly drawn to this salt and pepper trinket box. Voirin’s designs are available from Mint in London.
As seen lusciously draped over a dining table, not unpalatable whatsoever.

sea rats (lost in love)

Duke Riley
get into him

lots and lots o ginger hair

Alice Anderson

Totally Guilty.
I've been spending my free time looking at wedding blogs and not creating art or really doing anything of much merit.
Atleast this ESB posting about a girl who can pee on her own hair inspired me to squeeze out a post.

Iris van Dongen, The Seduction, 2009
Crayon, pastel, pastel, pressed charcoal, gouache o paper, 220 x 139 cm

"there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than too late"

— Charles Bukowski

red, crisp WHITES & blue

vintage slide: 1950s Archery ladies

Happy 4th of July weekend

the escape artist

memelodia has been on a lovely and eventful sabbatical.

It's been months since I waved goodbye to my free time. Free time that had been previously dedicated to lurking on witty, design conscience web logs to instead plan my upcoming fall nuptials, squirt out some worth while artwork, intern at a gallery and try to keep a semblance of giving a f#@k at my real job. I waved long and hard to that precious free time... It waited patiently but eventually packed it's mismatched bags and left the scene.

It hasn't made me surly. I swear.

I really shouldn't complain about said free time taking a break. It's helped me appreciate those moments shared with my future hubbers and our wee chi.

After the wedding, honey mood planning and free time hopefully finds it's way back I'll resume being my flaccid old self who was able to spend hours prowling through your sites, pages, and catch up on your lives.

I miss my hens.

all images sourced (out of context) from my new favorite site: travelnostalgia

noodle brain

Shane Wilson Celtic Confusion

♥

perfectly sensible.

My most recent google searches:
Boston Taxidermy
Vintage carnival cutouts
puppy finder

source

piles and trash

sandy carson photography

Recycle Plant, Austin TX.

(as well as the current state of my bedroom)

charting my brain

Celestial globes

Astrolabe, 1291

Galileo’s Telescope

ghosts

linear topography

The Guinevere

riding the crest

Louise Bourgeois, 1944
“Drawing from the Modern: 1880-1945"


cease to resist, giving my goodbye
drive my car into the ocean
you'll think i'm dead, but i sail away
on a wave of mutilation
a wave
wave

i've kissed mermaids, rode the el nino
walked the sand with the crustaceans
could find my way to mariana
on a wave of mutilation,
wave of mutilation
wave of mutilation
wave

wave of mutilation
wave

-pixies

wasteland

humphrey spender

Pissing Sunday away.

fast

Bouché, Portrait of Mona Bismarck, Vogue US

❝Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.❞

-Gabriel Garcia Marquez

ˌsɛrəˈtoʊnɨn overload

Two Cats Fighting, 1826

John James Audubon, Oil Painting (1785-1851)