I have come to care tenderly for the evening, for it is then that I resurface into the natural and the beautiful. How thrilling to be suddenly confronted by a luminous sapphire sky, or a heavily amorous snowstorm.
♥ Book of Georgia paintings & photographs taken in the 60s at her Texan ranch. Highly inspiring to see how her iconic delicacy blends perfectly with her environment. If only we could all fit into something so well at the age of 80! Also pictured, a peacock feather sent to me by someone with an equally intriguing universe. Her eye is as blue & ancient as that of the plume.
♥ The light behind my curtains at 7 am is becoming more and more inviting as the glorious season approaches. Its spectrum widens every day.
♥ Two friends from long ago who slept in my arms for nearly a decade. They are so worn but I cannot part with them, they still smell of long lost dreams.
On the morning of my birthday the sun & moon crowned me with Neptune’s Blaue Blume. Am I cursed or blessed in my search for perfect desire, the mystic infinite? All day I swam in search of an answer. But the small silver fish escaped my grasp, leaving behind cool palms tainted with mother of pearl.