Natural Design

Let's All Wear Crowns! (instead of hats)

Wall of Color

I think this is a great idea for creating a "wall"/screen within a larger space, all hung with beautiful magazines or (my preference) children's books. It is supposedly part of a design exhibit in Barcelona, Spain.

Indoor Gardening

This was supposedly designed to give cold, weary urbanites a place to garden in the winter. I think it would also make a very good cathedral. Those clever Copenhagenites!

Does anyone know of...

...a competent seamstress in the Bay Area?

I'm looking for someone who could sew something, i.e. a long, somewhat complicated, "Magical!" dress. I have a vision for something... but I can't sew. (Have been taking sewing lessons on and off since I was 11 and the best I could do... barely... was a very simple skirt. Sewing is like architecture with fabric...and I have no skill with either.)

Any contacts, recommendations or advice is much appreciated! Thank you in advance!

My Other Home Is A Castle

Gnomes in Repose (Christopher, Delvis, and Frankfurt)

I Heart Gnomes

I Heart Tree Shelf

Magicalism

“The world is too much with us,” and I want OUT. Well, out of the Muggle World, that is. This 2D project has (true to intent) "transported" me, helped me better clarify what I do and do not want. It's the Muggle World – bleak, sprawling, soulless “reality" – that makes me want to run for the hills. For me, the only anecdote is the Magical World. Which is to say, I have to do a better job of creating Magical Things.

In searching for images to convey my vision, I have been endlessly frustrated by the lack of high quality, Harry Potter Magicalism. But I’ve made my decision: I’m going to create and occupy my own world. Since this MATA program is about as close as I may ever get to Hogwarts, I’m going to go full tilt toward Magical Insanity.

For this blog I will post only images and thoughts having to do with said *Magicalism.* Because I know I am responsible for creating my own world. And this is the only one I want to live in!

My Favorite Poem (right now)

Now I Become Myself
By May Sarton

Now I become myself. It's taken
Time, many years and places,
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
"Hurry, you will be dead before—"
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or the love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand, the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
From my work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Fall but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song.
Made so and rooted so by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live.
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!