Saturday, July 13, 2019

Friday, July 12, 2019

BEAUTY: Glass--Frida Fjellman

I am wild about the amazing work of Swedish glass artist Frida Fjellman. She has managed to invent a new style of light that is a post-modernist take on a traditional chandelier. Instead of a fixture with crystal drops, she magnifies the drop itself and fashions entire light fixtures out of clusters of these gigantic faceted objects. Her colors are gorgeous, and just look at them in actual rooms. Stunning. I can't wait to show these to interior design clients and see who might love them as much as I do!


http://fridafjellman.com/

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

BEAUTY: Fabric Art--Salt Stitches

Mancusian fabric artist Emily Botelho creates magical hoop embroidery pieces based on sea shore life. She takes frequent trips to the ocean where she photographs rocks covered with lichen, moss, algae, seaweed, and shells. She then prints these images onto fabric and embellishes them with embroidery, beads, tufts, semi-precious stones, and real shells. The results are deliciously textured gems.

Aberffraw

Aurantia
Aurantia detail

Cable Bay

Komatiite
Komatiite detail
Komatiite detail

Lapsis
Lapsis detail

Llys Rhosyr
Llys Rhosyr detail

Newborough Beach
Newborough Beach detail

Pannaria
Pannaria detail

Paupera
Paupera detail

Rhosneigr Beach

Rhosneigr
Rhosneigr detail

Trearddur

https://www.instagram.com/salt_stitches/
https://www.etsy.com/shop/SaltStitches

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

"Dawn Chorus" by Thom Yorke

Thom Yorke knows exactly how to break my heart (please do take a moment to look at this previous post here).

This exquisite song, "Dawn Chorus" is from his newest release--his third solo album outside of Radiohead--called "Anima." Here is a live version of this song...



Back up the cul-de-sac
Come on, do your worst
You quit your job again
And your train of thought


If you could do it all again
A little fairy dust
A thousand tiny birds singing
If you must, you must


Please let me know
When you've had enough
Of the white light
Of the dawn chorus


If you could do it all again
You don't know how much
Pronto pronto, moshi mosh
Come on, chop chop


If you could do it all again
Yeah, without a second thought
I don't like leaving
The door shut


I think I missed something
But I'm not sure what
In the middle of the vortex
The wind picked up


Shook up the soot
From the chimney pot
Into spiral patterns
Of you, my love


You take a little piece
Then you break it off
It's a bloody racket
It's the dawn chorus


If you could do it all again
Big deal, so what?
Please let me know
When you've had enough


It's the last chance
O.K. Corral
If you could do it all again
This time with style


The auteur Paul Thomas Anderson ("There Will Be Blood," "Phantom Thread," and one of my all-time favorite films "Magnolia") has directed a short 15-minute musical film for Netflix using several songs from the "Anima" release, and starring Thom Yorke in a kind of fantastical dream/1984-esque nightmare with some amazing modern dancing. The below still is taken from the film.


https://twitter.com/thomyorke

Monday, July 8, 2019

BEAUTY: Ceramics--Godeleine de Rosamel

The sweet, whimsical ceramic work of Godeleine de Rosamel is enchanting. I love how her figures are unidentifiable mash-ups of animals and humans and nature spirits. I love even more that she has pieces of driftwood perched on their heads. At first I took these for stylized horns, but the more I saw of her figures, I wondered about that assumption.


http://www.gderosamel.com/

de Rosamel's lumbering, lovable animals remind me of a poem I wrote many years ago.

Dense Beasts

I know of a place
that’s much darker,
where I can hear them
talking to each other
from the forest.
I crouch by the trees
and listen to them
jabber.
I can hear their
innocence
in the noises they make.
I can hear it
in their chirping,
in their grunting,
in their sigh
and the beasts
from the forest say,
“It’s OK.
We know what’s wrong.”

Through the trees
I see their wide button eyes
shining in the dark.
I can feel
their warm fur.
I hear them breathing
and chattering,
they don’t mean harm.
Sitting on branches,
sleeping in dirt,
the beasts say,
“It’s OK.
We know what’s going on.
We’ll stay here.”

©JEF 1983