after just a little while...

I'm back to blogging! Or might i say, after a long time. Nearly a year infact. But, the whole new feeling that a new year evokes, along with some amazing blogs I read daily, has inspired me to pick up blogging again. I've hit a creative snag in my life, abandoning my love for illustration, photography and art in general. Why? I'm not so sure, perhaps the fear of what I create or desire to create won't impress my hardest critic - myself. But it's 2009.
A new year, and I'm vowing to myself to not let another year slip by in my life where I don't pick up a pencil, or paintbrush, or camera. Life's too short right? So here goes.

*image by dazeychic

good photography is good for the soul.

jen gotch's photography is awesome.
find her here and here.

a family tree.

my mum is currently researching our family history, which has opened a floodgate of old torn sepia photos to emerge, along with many
reminiscent memories and stories, which i believe have been somewhat embellished throughout the generations. lovely though, nonetheless.



(1)audrey + jimmy (my grandparents).
(2)my great grandfather, james.
(3)my dad (boy on right), his brother + parents.
(4)my stunning grandma.

some fresh air.

australia's country style magazine is
pretty much one of my most favourite
mgazines ever. their compositions and layouts
are the type that just make you feel all fuzzy and warm.
and it makes you wish you could just snap your fingers
and change the entire layout of your house to match
these pictures.

here are some images from the
March2008 edition. if i could throw myself into
any photographs, at this point in time, these would
be it.

breathe in the fresh air.
and get tangled in the crocheted lacey
wonderland...

like parachutes and air balloons.

entwined
all that we are is defined
by each others shipwrecked hearts
and i shiver to think
what would have been if i wouldnt have seen you in time..
would we pass by??

like parachutes and air balloons
or satellites and lonely moons
we'd still be drifting far apart
but thank the stars we are
entwined..

all that you are is mine
your divine imperfections color the dark
and i shiver to seehow fragile you are when the world's such a cruel place to be..
then you cut me free...

let's walk the tightrope together
without a safety net..
and when we fall
and we will fall
let's fall forever..
entwined

*lyrics by jason reeves
*image by lina scheynius

pretty photography.

*images from eri*fully

poppies for grace.

i recently found the most delightful lolly-bags and other various stationary
items by 'poppies for grace'. they were so stunning i had to buy myself a pack
at pepe's paperie for $12.95 for 15 recycled paper bags.
www.poppiesforgrace.com.
check it out for other wonderful and delicate paper items.

pilates.

oh my goodness.
i took a pilates class yesterday for the first
time in ages. and i pretty much cant move
any part of my body except for my fingers
which are typing this. i didnt even realise
all my muscles could hurt at same time,
but now i know. pilates is from the devil.
not really, but seriously.

wandering.

this is my carnation.
media: just plain old pencils.
2007

Over this brave small road, the wind blows. Tree and bush are left behind, only stone and moss grow here. Nobody has anything to look for here, nobody here owns anything, up here the farmer has neither hay nor wood. But the distance beckons, longing awakens, and through rocks and swamp, snow, they have provided this good little road, which leads to other valleys, other houses, to other languages and other men.....
But I smile, and not only with my mouth. I smile with my soul, with my eyes, with my whole skin, and I offer these countrysides, whose fragrances drift up to me, different senses than those I had before, more delicate, more silent, more finely honed, better practiced, and more grateful. Everything belongs to me more than ever before, it speaks to me more richly and with hundreds of nuances. My yearning no longer paints dreamy colors across the veiled distances, my eyes are satisfied with what exists, because they have learned to see. The world has become lovelier than before.
The world has become lovelier. I am alone, and I don't suffer from my loneliness. I don't want life to be anything other than what it is. I am ready to let myself be baked in the sun till I am done. I am eager to ripen. I am ready to die. Ready to be born again.
The world has become lovelier.
excerpt from Wandering by Herman Hesse
image by me.

a wonderous look into the art of tea party-ing.

tea parties are all the rage.

location: centennial park.
when: 2.12.07.

was incredible fun, with lots of cupcakes,
turkish apple tea and jumping in underwear.

thanks to all who came.

xx.
(nb. my wonderful mother made these glorious cupcakes.)