artistic resinance

Alive Without Breath | Keng Lye
Alive Without Breath | Keng Lye

Stunning. I’m actually lost for words.

The full series Alive Without Breath can be seen here; but this beautiful octopus by Keng Lye is definitely my favourite.

one photo. one poem.

Mirror | Geir Magne Sætre
Mirror | Geir Magne Sætre

I stumbled across these captivating words today.

The Invitation by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

By Oriah ,
from the book The Invitation
published by HarperONE, San Francisco,
1999 All rights reserved

knots

Knotty threads | Carol Gilbert 2008

There are some days that are like knotty threads; and no matter how much I try to unravel them, there they stay staring blankly at me. I just have to remember to admire the texture they give the material of my life.

by the light, of the silvery spoon

I’m having a do I / don’t I moment.
Do I tell you all about this wonderfully creative silversmith’s products (and run the risk of lots of you getting one!)?
or
Do I not (and thereby not give credit where credit is surely due!)?

Hmm…
My beautiful 1933 Halo Spoon Ring arrived today!

Stunningly hand-crafted from antique solid silver spoons of the Georgian, Victorian and other eras, these wonderful creations are truly unusual and special.

I am thoroughly enthralled with mine – and very tempted to get a second one for my other thumb!

Lovingly designed and crafted by Jan in the UK; find them here

conquering marble arch

Halcyon Gallery | Marble Arch - Cumberland Gate

Temüjin, Ghengis Khan, has arrived at Marble Arch.

The 5 metre tall bronze sculpture (by artist Dashi Namdakov) with its almost Medusa-like horse’s mane stands in honour of the (undocumented) 850th anniversary of the infamous warrior and leader’s birth;
and what a warrior and leader he was.

In my opinion the nomadic, meritocratic Mongol empire (the biggest land empire in history) is probably, to this day, the single most amazing sustained feat of strategy and leadership. In less than 80 years Temüjin turned a small band of warriors into an empire that, at its peak, covered over 33 million km². (Romani ite domum! This guy managed most of it from a tent!) Yes, he was savage and brutal (I prefer shrewd, ambitious, and disciplined) – but so is most of our species’ territorial history.

I cannot imagine simply managing to sustain a horse-based society in open plains that often see temperatures lower than -25 fahrenheit let alone being the driving force behind its expansion!

Find out more:
Ghengis Khan: and the Making of the Modern World | Jack Weatherford
The Mongol Art of War | Timothy May
And if you happen to live in Chicago or Atlanta, you can catch Imagine Exhibition Inc.’s wonderful exhibition at:
The Field Museum, Chicago, Illinois (until September 2012)
Fernbank Museum of Natural History, Atlanta, GA (until January 2013)

I hope it comes here too.

Rémi Ochlik

Rémi Ochlik 1983-2012

Whilst he knew and lived the dangers, I was still saddened to hear about the death of  the French photographer Rémi Ochlik* in Syria today; a man who managed to capture some of the darkest essences of life and open peoples eyes with his poignant, stark, vibrancy.

Libya 2011 | Rémi Ochlik
Rémi Ochlik

*Rémi Ochlik’s work is brutally honest and some photos may cause upset; please be aware of this before you visit his galleries.

to quote

Blinded by Hands | Lisa Johansson

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
Helen Keller

a Sorren concept

With works that inspire the imagination in all of us, Joe Sorren captures innocence, melancholy, a gentle strength, surrealism and transformation with a rich and vibrant fairytale-like palette that draws you in.

A big thank you to RK for introducing me to his work.

Here are a couple of my favourites.

In Her Silent Way | Joe Sorren

Mother and Child | Joe Sorren
Brother Constantine | Joe Sorren