longing for art again.

This website was a great find to me- it is a collection of works from artist all over who just want to share works and be seen. It is fabulous.

brooklyn art project

if you like photography

I was reading on the NPR website and I came across this photography competition dealing with environmental sustainability. There are a variety of artists and photos; all of which are engaging, thought provoking, and beautifully captured. I highly recommend checking it out.

Sustainability and Photography

back in the usa

hi friends (and/or whoever reads this)...

i am home from rome! we left early tuesday morning (3:45am) from our hotel in rome to take an early flight to germany, where we departed around 12, to arrive at the seatac airport around 1 this afternoon (seattle time). so, some freaky magic time warp happened and it took about 1 hour to cross the atlantic and the whole united states ;) needless to say, i am a bit tired but happy to be home where i can rest.

i am so excited to see everyone- to swap stories of adventures and whatnot.

love. LOVE.

linds

tattoo pictures.

T- Day

Well, I did it! I got a tattoo. About a week ago, Kait and I made appointments to get tattoos at this little place we saw when we visited Trastevere (my last posting). And today was the day! Kait had me write the word 'Today'- her last in the set of three 'Today' tattoos. For me, I made a line drawing of a sparrow flying. As you can see from this picture, it was inked upon my inner forearm. Niccola was the artist's name. He was very endearing; by barely speaking any English, we managed to communicate all that was needed and I relinquished my arm to his tattooing whims. Needless to say, I am so happy with the result! And I can't believe I actually did it!!

Trastevere

This morning the group of us left for Trastevre, just across a bridge from where we are located in Rome. As soon as we arrived I felt peace sweep across me. Trastevre is a lot calmer than what the bustle of Rome provides. It is located across the Tiber (it’s name literally means ‘beyond the Tiber’). Kait and I stayed after our walk and got lunch at this little pizza place where the woman working spoke no English what so ever. It was fabulous and the food was very yummy. Kait and I almost died.

The rest of the afternoon I spent walking around, going into shops, and buying a few things…

I was telling Kait earlier that I have a reinvigoration with this city we find ourselves in- I went from amazed to overloaded to bored and now I am weaving my admiration back into this beautiful place and am able to see the city more for what it is day in and day out. I love to see the happenings of each week. I love little adventures- going into shops and cafes, not knowing exactly how to communicate but still having it work out in the end. Although I do miss home, I am happy to be in this place.

This Room

The room I entered was a dream of this room.

Surely all those feet on the sofa were mine.

The oval portrait

of a dog was me at an early age.

Something shimmers, something is hushed up.

We had macaroni for lunch every day

except Sunday, when a small quail was induced

to be served to us. Why do I tell you these things?

You are not even here.

John Ashbery

in rome.

today is a quiet day in rome. it is nice to have the rest. kait and i have been craving american breakfast food so, this morning we went in search of a restaurant that serves french toast and american coffee. it seems that everywhere we go the only breakfast available is espresso or cappuccino and pastries. to our great pleasure, we successfully discovered this little, quirky place in the campo di fiore that sold us what we wanted. kait had the french toast and i, pancakes. instead of my normal cappuccino here, i had an americano. it was so good, i ordered two! although the food looked a little 'different' i think we both enjoyed our attempted american breakfast.

since then, we went to the laundry mat and have had a lazy day. i am thankful for this break; rest before the craziness of churches and museums arises once again.

Wendell Berry.

"When I hear the stock market has fallen, 
I say, "Long live gravity! Long live 
stupidity, error and greed in the palaces 
of fantasy capitalism!" I think 
an economy should be based on thrift, 
on taking care of things, not on theft, 
usury, seduction, waste, and ruin. 
My purpose is a language that can make us whole, 
Though mortal, ignorant, and small. 
The world is whole beyond human knowing."

some of the most honest and beautiful photos i've encountered.

http://www.paulgrahamarchive.com/index.html

check it out!

i find alexander calder's early works very endearing. i love his use of line and expression of character. below: jimmy durante and fernand leger

loveandhope.

love. and. hope. 

love your neighbor. 

what does it mean to love?

as i get older, love becomes something new. 

everyday i want to know love better. 

i hope for a better future. 

this world, saturated in pain, in need.

in need of goodness;

set my mind on that.

it equals: hope

love in action actuates hope. 

judy pfaff, ...all of the above, 2007

SOMETHING TO SEE 

No war no greed
That would be something to see
I hope I live that long

No blood in the streets
Just a distant memory
The history books recount

Now we’re all free
Now we’re all free

No war no greed
That would be something to see
I hope I live that long

No want no need
The struggle to end poverty
Finally has been won

Now we’re all free
Now we’re all free

No war no greed
That would be something to see
I hope I live that long

Hold my consitution
And have the courage of heard and mind
To right what is wrong

Now we’re all free
Now we’re all free

But now you can’t believe
What you’re told
You can’t believe what you hear
The speeches of the politicians
Ring untrue and insincere
You can’t believe what you read
You can’t believe what’s said
They count the targets and the bombs
But do not count the dead
They do not count the dead

No war no greed
That would be something to see
I hope I live that long

Not lose my faith
In every word on the page
In the face of freedom

No war no greed
No war no greed
No war no greed

© 2008 Tracy Chapman