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June 19, 2009

Collections,, what do you collect? ....The Bohemian Life


Below (post) I started writing about expressing yourself freely by furnishing your abode with whatever is dear to your heart, and started in on some of what I've collected over the years, here's more, but please,


tell me what you collect,ok?

How do you express yourself?
Please leave a comment about what you like, collect, and suggestions, too. I'm always open..

These cups are from an artist on VanCouver Island, and were a gift to me.
Much of what I have are gifts, from others artists, friends, and loved ones.


This is a lantern, an oil lamp, it's from Vietnam, it was a birthday gift this year.
I love oil lamps, and this one is unusual..

This small plate is from Vietnam as well, and the bunnies, well the beginning of a collection,, when you have three, I guess it is a collection.
The bunnies were also a birthday gift.

Lomonosov is a china made in Russia, I have some tea cups and a teapot.
This double teapot is actually a china samovar.
I'm hoping I'll run into a nice real samovar I can heat water in soon.
The lamp is from Denmark.
The runner was a gift from a my best friend Kathy.

These sweet cups are Bjorn Wiinblad. I have had them for years.
Recently, the Bohemian lifestyle is being made in a an interior design by those who are finally catching up with a way of life many of us have always lived.

But the Bohemian life has always been lived just fine without designers and magazines telling people what Bohemian is or isn't, which I find silly.
A Bohemian lifestyle is the lifestyle of a gypsy, one who defies convention, who is in fact, an artist.
ONe who chooses a different path to walk, who doesn't look next door to learn what's in or isn't in, because it's an inside job.
Marketing isn't an essential for a Bohemian, inspiration, love, and attraction from the inside out , are.

Bohemians are followed, because they are living a real life, they think, write, make art, and could care less what anyone else has or hasn't. The Bohemian artist's life is about a madness for life.
So don't bother reading how to be.. just be, who you are... and the whole world will beat a path to your door.

Unfortunately, Artists, writers, etc are followed for their proclivity to be vibrant, and create life, and community, then those who follow them, try to make it into something permanent. Life, in the flow, is anything but permanent, and those who refuse to flow always miss the point.

This is why some artists poets, etc actually go under ground, don't want to be known, live private lives. To avoid the inevitable pretenders who follow to exploit their lifestyle for financial gain, and who inevitably turn the lifestyle into a high priced community where only those who have a lot of money can afford to live.
This type of community is opposed to any artistic lifestyle.

June 18, 2009

Always, go with your heart.....


I found a blog today asking if you go with your heart when you buy things for your home, or 'place'..
YES YES YES..
No Convention here!


The things I collect, don't know if anyone else does, but I collect seeds for example, from my garden. I can't let a good seed go to waste.. I also collect petals..glass, lamps, pottery, dishes, tablecloths, actually, I save certain things from extinction.. somebody's gotta do it..

And I have a collection of art, etc. gifts from friends, that makes me a whole lot what I am..
Treasures remind me of someone somewhere I couldn't have lived without.
This glassware is pressed glass from Finland, I had a store some time ago, and I carried this line.
It is beautifully delicate.


These peony petals are only from the center of my pink peony's.
The larger ones will be dry soon..
Here in the kitchen, on the wall are some Moroccan bowls, Beautiful works of art.
The rug is Persian Gabbeh
This bowl under my bistro is filled with tulip petals sprinkled with a few roses..

These glasses are sitting upon a cake plate that was my Grandma's. The glasses are also old, and beautiful, I couldn't resist the bargain of these treasures..

The screen is practically straight out of Casablanca!
Moroccan, of course.
It's really a lovely piece..
I have some kimonos, having spent time in Japan, of course I have kimonos, etc..
Here is a Mother's Day table with flowers and bargains bought that day when Dorothy came to visit. She loves thrift stores, so we had a great day, I think the damages for me was about 35.00. I got this Indian table cloth, and a vase, some glass bowls for petals, a few candle holders, and another Danish candle chime, this time a large one.


This Persian Rug is my newest old rug. It sports pots, candles, lamps, bowls, birds and deer, flowers...
and I'm a ceramic artist, potter, poet, gardener, etc.. I'm searching for the perfect large 'coffee' table to tone down the design that is, right now, all over the living room. It's pretty busy, but once I find the right table, it won't be.



It's huge!
A bargain at any price!

(love birds here, it has a total of 24 love birds on it)





Always go with your heart,
Oh, I collect beautiful goblets, too!




Trust yourself, trust that, and whether anyone likes your style or they don't, doesn't matter, not everyone may like you either.
It's hard work trying to be popular, and easy to see through the insecurity involved, usually if somoene doesn't like you, it's more about them than it is about you.
So I say trust your heart, be yourself, let your abode express yourself, and it's amazing how it all comes together, and how much you learn about yourself and life in the process.



I just hung three new Wiinblad's, and now I am going to paint the wall, and I think I am going to do a painting behind the art work. Visions are busy racing around my head...
LIke me, my adobe is a work in progress.. I enjoy the unfinished ever changing landscape, cause that's just me!

I'll post the 3 Wiinblad's later, btw, he is the Danish Picasso, and died 3 years ago.. Incredible talent..
Bjorn Wiinblad



June 02, 2009

Mt Baker,Snow Geese, Daffodil Fields



I live in an extraordinary place, where I am surrounded with beauty so breathtaking, that I seem unable to bear it at times, aware, I guess they might say in Japan. ( The feeling)
 Every direction I  look, or take is beautiful, has diversity, and so much to offer, and I can't get around to it all, and won't be able to take it all in in this one lifetime alone.

Each season is cloaked in such beauty I cannot explain my feelings, or contain my desire to be present everywhere at once ......almost, mountains beckon, and each season is a new adventure.
 Winter is for snow, skiing, snowshoeing.
Summer, primarily July/August is good for hiking mountains previously under snow, like Chain Lakes at Mt Baker, and a million other hikes I will never get around to in a lifetime of forevers.

Fall is good for visits to the ocean, camping at Rialto, Oregon Beaches..
Spring , flowers bloom in profusion everywhere.
Seattle is 30 minutes form me, Canada is about 1.5 hours away, and The Ocean is a few hours, The Sound  is a block away, Whidbey Island can be seen from my window.

Tulip and Daffodil fields north about 45 minutes each spring...
I feel I am soaked in beauty .. even the fog is a delight in winter time, and I love the cool drizzle all year round.
Islands, Whales, bear, deer, elk........

How will I ever leave here to go elsewhere, Morocco, France, Italy, etc.?
 I may never leave paradise...
there is no place like Home.

April 17, 2009

One Years Hiatus from Cloud Hidden...



One Years Hiatus from Cloud Hidden...via my daily City photo blog
But I can't seem to stay away long from this online journal of my    heart.

But I confess to have taken up with facebook, and love it.. Stop by..



Nothing Real Could Change



Times pass 
nothing changes
 nothing stays the same

Only what is, never changes
the river runs over it's  banks and makes a new bed
 the water  remains 

Years pass by
 don't see your eyes 
 hear your voice
smell your scent

Calendars my memory flips through
  days and weeks months, years
no word, yet, I think of you 
doesn't change

Countless times  wanting to hear your 
voice
near my ear
saying  best friends again
always

silence is all
 nothing else
 never changes
silence speaks
 given up I guess
we've parted ways I see
it must be
so

decades pass by
 life seems to be nearing the end 
 at times
letting go
 I'll just let go

Then you're looking for me
 calling my name
wanting me
again
still

nothing has changed
heart whispers it's secrets 
(I already know) 
into my ear
wordlessly
a message so simple

be my friend
the universe spins off it's axis
words mean nothing
never have
One soul is  all there is

Mine and yours 
One.
Your neurons mingled with mine 
we were twins 
on the Scottish highlands perchance?
or enemies fighting over shirts?

before time 
the beginning 
we were One, 
for sure, and never parted
took strange forms
pretended to be separate
leaves from a tree

to see how it would feel
 strangers
What could be stranger?
(part of the plan?)
 nothing changed
it's all the same old familiar story
everything changed, but nothing could

love, love love