Coincidence? w.r.t. Hermann Hesse.

I very recently read Hermann Hesse’s Siddhharta and was completely struck. Of course, I now feel the urge to read more of Hesse’s work, but hadn’t really thought about which one to read next, though I really felt Siddharta still resonating very strongly.

So this morning I was reading the Australian Financial Review’s monthly supplement magazine and therein contained an interview with a Ms Amber Long; a glimpse:-

And then in my inbox today, this was to be found:-

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Last night I suffered a strange bout of insomnia and felt the urge to start painting at 2am.

But then, I suddenly recalled, I couldn’t was I was out of white paint.

Then it came to my mind that I had come across a bunch of paints in a plastic bag in one of my lesser-opened drawers, which perhaps had been abandoned by my brother and were placed in my drawer by my mother, without my realisation.

And true enough, there was indeed. White, gold, silver, bronze, orange, green and cadmium and a few others!!

So I started painting.

Have a good weekend!

How difficult is it to paint a SHOE, OMG. Help.

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I came across this quote on Design Crush and found it to be quite touching.

I was wanting to paint an elephant, only, which I had envisioned to be in bright pops of colours. But the only ready-stretched canvas I had was really too big for just a singular elephant and I somehow decided to incorpoate bits of the quote above. Ta daa!

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I read the whole of Siddhartha within 24 hours of getting it from a friend. It’s left haunting and long-lasting impressions. I like this book, a lot. Fit current frame of mind exactly.

And now I’m onto Fear of Flying and it’s definitely one of the better reads I’ve had of late:-

“Really, I thought, sometimes I would like to have a child. A very wise and witty little girl who’d grow up to be the woman I could never be. A very independent little girl with no scars on the brain or the psyche. With no toadying servility and no ingratiating seductiveness. A little girl who said what she meant and meant what she said. A little girl who was nether bitchy not mealymouthed because she didn’t hate her mother or herself.”

“…tried to explain how dishonest I felt for always using seductiveness to get what I wanted from men.”

“Women using sex appeal to manipulate men and suppressing their rage and never being open and honest.”

“When I look back on my not yet thirty-year-old life, I see all my lovers sitting alternately back to back as if in a game of musical chairs. Each one an antidote to the one that went before. Each one a reaction, an about-face, a rebound.”

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Really. How do the Japanese churn out such style, in such voluminous treasure-troves we call magazines.

File for future reference. Mental Note for when I do start learning and playing golf!

My hobbies include

Keep painting, and painting…and painting

Fatigue from too much still life. No better way to get acquainted with the medium, I guess.

Collars, collars – take your pick.

I like the sailor style best.

The benefits of being friends with bibliophiles.

Bedside. A select frame. Kitty cat clasp purse made of kimono fabric, a gift from Japan, containing my good luck charms | Crabtree & Evelyn Le Source hand cream | Body Shop Deep Sleep essential oil for dabbing on pillow | A Round-heeled woman by Jane Juska, Ruling Your World by Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche, The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger | in the background is an acrylic tissue dispenser from Muji

A Dog’s Life.

Ain’t fabulous yet solely because I’m leaving room for improvement!

life gets mundane every now and then

Getting started with the acrylic

pops of colour. Acrylic is much faster drying than oil and leaves little time for touching up

Bring on the bling

Guerlain Meteorites transplanted to an Ikea glass jar

It’s raining, it’s pouring

The need to be expressively creative

I’m so very pleased with my sewing accomplishments. Have completed 2 (proper & orthodox) skirts, so far, in class, the second of which nearly killed my eyes, being a linen herringbone, making the weave very tough to work with for a beginner like myself. My ignorance of fabric really did me in when I had to stitch up the whole hem by hand. *emerge cross-eyed*. Today I signed up with a friend for acrylic painting classes which begin later this week. Can’t wait!!

Some nice things

Andrea Joseph’s illustrations are amazing – almost photo-like precision. Absolute talent and effort. I never fail to be inspired by her work.

These interiors are a little bit hotel-esque in style, but I love the clean, plush, white, white, white feel of it.

Acrylic. Canvas.

The revision is absolutely killing me. Exams in 2 weeks. FREAK OUT!!!!!

More than black and white

2B. 3B. 4B. 5B. 6B. Pencils. Paper. Sketch & Shade. Technique technique technique.

Frankie. Nylon. Moleskine. love love love.

My heart stopped beating for a split-second, I swear.

God wrapped up an extraordinarily generous dollop of talent in pretty paper, tied a flouncy ribbon around it and gave it to her.

Heart. heart. heart.

Wagonized by France Belleville.