Ipernity Exhibition Bologna, October 2009
Soie de Chine
Feather and beads from Brasil, silk from China ... small pleasures. Afterthought: I can sense it something important is about to happen it's coming up it takes courage to enjoy it the hardcore and the gentle big time sensuality we just met and I know I'm a bit too intimate but something huge is coming up and we're both included It takes courage to enjoy it the hardcore and the gentle big time sensuality I don't know my future after this weekend and I don't want to It takes courage to enjoy it the hardcore and the gentle big time sensuality -Bjork
Chance meetings along the road ... one essence of travelling. Stopping at the side of the road for the driver to take a mobile phone call. This Yi really wanted to talk ... difficult ... but then the driver came and translated. She was trying to tell me about her husband and how he died 8 years ago in a car crash. About her daughter's success in her exams. So warm and friendly ... we all have the same concerns ... and she had a wonderful jade and silver ear ring too! The Yi are one of the 'minority ethnicities' living in Yunnan province.
The process of naming what we perceive. Is this a rock, a rose and driftwood? An eye or a yoni? a juxtaposition of colour, light and shade? or do you feel the textures, the hard and the soft, the grain and the soft smoothness? Can you catch the scent of the rose? the scent of the yoni, perhaps? It is, of course, up to you. You will experience what you do. I call it pleasure, beauty found ... beauty realised and captured. To share, to make more beauty in the world. Or perhaps just to bring one small instance to the attention. I don't have any answers but thenI am not sure of the questions. I do trust the feeling though. Random thoughts on a sunny day on Camano Island, WA
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but translates the language of the heart. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I see a lilly on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful, a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. - John Keats ... and now I must prepare my paper for the conference this weekend - away in Oxford Friday to Sunday.