. a little world called chelsea .

Fine artists, fabric designers, interior and spatial designers, product designers, sculptors, and loads of other creative heads. They were there. They made up Chelsea College of Art and Design.  My uni. My haven for inspiration for at least 3 years of my life.

The cafeteria buzzed daily with the artistic jargon. The air was filled with imaginative murmurs. The halls were a sea of blueprints, canvases, photographs, man, you name it. This place breathed creativity. And we all lived in it, embraced it, and we all became it.

At the height of being engulfed in this creative world, I sometimes lost my breath. I sometimes lost my way. Sometimes when your only fuel is caffeine and your drive, you body tries to hang on but slips. Can you imagine being in a room where ideas are ricocheting of the walls? Can you just picture the overwhelming flow of energy between all these artists and designers?  It was overpowering and amazing at the same time.

I became this person I had been searching for. It took a while but I found her with a little help from the little world I called Chelsea.

. chelsea dreamin' .

"Woke up, it was a Chelsea mornin’
And the first thing that I saw
Was the sun through yellow curtains
And a rainbow on my wall
Red, green and gold to welcome you
And crimson crystal beads… to beckon…
Won’t you stay
We’ll put on the day
There’s a sun shower every second …… "

-Joni Mitchell

. come away with me.

today i wish i could have sand in between my toes.

i wish to feel the sunshine basking on my skin and to feel the sea breeze grazing my skin.
today i would love to smell the salt in the air and to close my eyes and hear the waves echo.

in this moment,  i  just wish to be away from reality.

. dancing like no one is watching .

       p a r i s  m e t r o -  summer ‘07

                                                                                                    
I believe that in your lifetime, there is this certain friend who comes into your life.

You become instant friends, as if you had known each other for years.

Her excitement is contagious and her warmth is welcoming.

She moans, whines, and complains with you.

She laughs and cries with you.

She loves your husband. And he loves her just the same.

She comes over to your house (halfway across the city)  to raid your cupboards because she has no food in her hers.

You can both dance and sing around the room like it is a stage as if you two are the only ones in it.

She drinks wine with you.

She tells you she loves you twenty times a day.

She loves unconditionally and she does not judge.

A passionate one who brings fun into your life.

She is the one you talk to when you think you are pregnant, goes through every step of the pregnancy with you and is your first visitor besides family after you give birth.

She brings energy to the room when the silence is overbearing.

She is the one who you can speak to ten times in one morning before you meet up for lunch.

She is crazy. Totally melodramatic and expressive.

Her confidence radiates and lights up the room.

And she always dances like no one is watching her.

You are complete opposites.
Total opposites that fit together.

i miss her.

. the dancer.

http://www.them-thangs.com/

her feet gently float off the surface of the dancefloor.
music vibrates. it plays through her soul.
she radiates an aura of peace. just watch and see how she illuminates the stage with her rhythm.
see how she grasps the awe in her movement, a silhouette blending into her stage.
the dancer enchants all who are watching into her spell.
she glides. she sways. she dances.

for trish.
10.09.2003

.the past is strapped to our backs.

i think of London a lot. how it shaped me, how it moulded me, how it embraced me.
it gave me my husband. and it brought me my son. it provided me my strength as a person. it gave me my passion as an artist. it gave me lifelong friendships. it brought me lots of tears and oh so much happiness.

                  it’s my old life but my photos are there to remind me about it.
                  i miss it. i really do.

. the polaroid .

http://www.flickr.com/people/gabrielle-kai-photography/

❤ ❤ ❤

i love real polaroids… and i really want the camera.
…. that and a 35mm Canon SLR.

but for now, poladroid  will do.

.only me.

Each of us is meant to have a character all our own, to be what no other can exactly be, and do what no other can exactly do.

— William Ellery Channing

“Your future is created by what you do today, not tomorrow.”

— Robert Kiyosaki

.weekend bliss.

it’s only tuesday morning and all I can think about is the weekend.

weekends mean lazy days at the folks house, afternoons in bed with my two boys, or a glass of red wine or two with good friends, good conversations and sunshine. How can I possibly ask for anything else?

On low days, I must look back at this post and remember how I felt when I took these photos.
weekends are about simple happiness.

this is my simple happiness:

introductions.

I’ve decided to get with the times.

Yeah, so my ‘04 blog never worked out. It became too personal I think. I am a total beginner at this blogging thing. But sometimes my thoughts get caught up in my filing cabinet in my head and my inspirations get hidden in one of my ‘inspiration’ folders on my laptop. They get lost and sometimes forgotten. Perhaps this may be the way forward. Perhaps sharing with the world may open up to more than I actually expect it to.

They say life is about being an experiment. It’s about taking risks. It’s about diving in. I say why not? So here goes…..