(Black) Roses. So I’ve been a little bit absent, yes yes. You see, I’ve been suffering (from what started off at least) as a post-Olympics hangover. The Olympics get me every time, and never fail to take me back to my childhood… You know, when I dreamt of being an Olympiad (despite ballet being the only sport I pursued in all seriousness…).
I screamed at the tv (yes, I’m one of those), I got (waaay) over-excited and even became a great ‘judge’ at sports I do not (totally!) understand (gymnastics and diving being the usual suspects). Heck, I even shed a few tears (clearly Michael Phelps on the podium for the last time and Mexico beating Brazil to win football gold were justifiable moments).
But the Olympic-hangover was gradually cured by immersing myself, in well… Myself. Yups, I have felt slightly like a tortoise or a snail. Receding into my little private space and doing some thinking, quite a bit of (art) reading, some painting experiments, embarked in new sewing projects (and done some more thinking). There’s been loads of thinking involved (so much that there has even been something I now refer to as creative insomnia).
Creative insomnia- a state of mind (which usually occurs to non-morning people and creative types) in which ideas seem to flood as soon as ones head hits the pillow (scaring away the zzz’s and hindering ones ability to sleep)
But enough of my sleeping patterns (or lack there of), here are a few things which have had my heart racing this past week- and a lot of it seems to bee heading in the black ‘n white direction. Or at least when it comes to art.
Musical notes and eyes (as in the ones from the Surrealism movement), raglan and kimono sleeves (courtesy of Señor Balenciaga’s perfect cuts), black roses (a revival from my teenage ‘punk’ year), M.C. Escher (as in the Dutch graphic artist),(some serious re-crushing) on Tom Ford’s lipstick in Black Orchid (last winters makeup obsession), Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) (my favourite Mexican Holiday), buckwheat (vegan) pancakes (courtesy of goop.com)(but I like mine with home-made strawberry jam on the side), and some overdosing on Bumble and bumble’s Surf Spray (as I desperately try to cling on to the last bits of summer).