skype with cora

25th Apr 2012✧06:38
i can’t explain this but i love it.
25th Apr 2012✧06:10

old photos i unearthed from my drive that make me miss alberta in the summer

25th Apr 2012✧06:04

handmade porcelain tiles: clear glaze fired over iron oxide linocut relief prints.

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words towards my favourite design: feathered skin, dry and cracking: sand on an absent ocean: climbing and sliding back until at least one foot meets another clinging lifeline, some ridge of yellow grass on that wall of instability, that dune in an infinite morass of dunes. the meeting of sea and sand, where i rest, becomes my home.

25th Apr 2012✧03:40
the tulips tom brought me bloomed (:
25th Apr 2012✧03:261 note
silkscreen on paper
25th Apr 2012✧03:25
teddy bear sunflower relief on mulberry paper
25th Apr 2012✧03:241 note
24th Apr 2012✧21:34
gorgeous lithograph by Kathy Walden Kaplan
19th Apr 2012✧17:15
greg girard
19th Apr 2012✧17:14
19th Apr 2012✧17:051 note

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What will happen with this great empty space that I am today? Perhaps old age is a new beginning. Maybe we can return to the magic time of infancy, to that time before linear thought and prejudices when we perceived the universe with the exalted senses of the mad and were free to believe the unbelievable and to explore worlds that later, in the age of reason, vanished. I have very little to lose now, nothing to defend; could this be freedom at last? I have the idea that we grandmothers are meant to play the part of protective witches […]

I would like to fly on a broomstick and dance in the moonlight with other pagan witches in the forest, invoking earth forces and howling demons; I want to be come a wise old crone, to learn ancient spells and healers’ secrets. It is no small thing, this design of mine. Witches, like saints, are solitary stars that shine with a light of their own; they depend on nothing and no one, which is why they have no fear and can plunge blindly into the abyss with the assurance that instead of crashing to earth, they will fly back out. They can change into birds and see the world from above, or worms to see it from within, they can inhabit other dimensions and travel to other galaxies, they are navigators on an infinite ocean of consciousness and cognition.

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~   Isabel Allende
19th Apr 2012✧03:39
19th Apr 2012✧02:13
Opaque  by  andbamnan