Collections,, and more,,, more collections...

I hope you have some collection to share, because I enjoy treasures of others so much, blogging gives is a glimpse inside each others homes, and hearts.

This plate and bowl are Mexican pottery with the calla Lily, one of my most favorite flowers, and as a matter of fact, my neighbor Jeanie, gave me a bouquet of them just last night, and I'll post them as soon as I upload them.

It's the most beautiful bouquet I think I ever received.. Wow! Thanks Jeanie!

bowl is filled with, yes, peony petals!

A Mexican folk art dog. These new styles have been made palatable for us, but in Mexico, the old ones are bright oranges, day glow blues, and purples, and are kinda scary, especially if you're staying in someone home in Mexico alone for the first time, and the house is full of them!

This is more Mexican folkart, the yarn piece is Huichol Indian, and references the ceremony of the Peyote button. The other object is a candle.

Little is known about the exact origin of the Huichol, but we do know they refer to themselves as Warrarika, meaning healer or prophets. Their dialect comes from Uto'Aztecan family of dialects. Due to geographic isolation it was not known until 1722, 200 years after the conquest of Mexico.

These masks are from GUERERRO MX.

I have collected MX folkarts for many many years, ( since the 70s)

but I think I need to make a new trip to Mexico and spruce up my collection..

These masks were unusual for Guererrro masks, which are usually in color.

Notice the details..

Funny, one day many years ago, before Internet Explorer, I at a friends,

Bernard Aboba, who was then working on Explorer. He asked me to look

for something I was interested in. ( This was BC Before computers, for me)

It was probably 1995.

I had no idea what I was doing, but I typed in Mexican Folkart.. no response..

then, Museum Of Anthropology, Mexico City,, no response.

Bernard said, how's it going? I said, I dunno, can't get anything,

told him what I had done, and he said, "well, that won't work, and threw

a disk in the trash. Now of course, we have Explorer, and Mexican Folkart is

all over the Internet.

This chicken is Japanese, and the book behind it is all about chickens. This was a gift from Dorothy, one of my very best friends. She lives in Seattle, but is from NY!

Some of my best collectables are from Dorothy!

On this shelf I have a fish from Guererro, I love it, it has a rabbit on it, and the movement is spectacular.

Also some N Mexico art, a very old boat, maybe by Lucy Martinez as a child, it has initials, and several pots that are Acima, from friends, one from Marylou, (MD) and one from John (Seattle) very good friends as well.

The folkart piece in the corner, the lady holding fish is from Dorothy, too, was a Christmas gift this year.

There is a raku piece from VanCouver BC ( Canada) it was a gift, and the tiny vase is Wiinblad.

Also The lidded container.

The Eskimo is from Alaska, and so is the small bone container with picto graphs.

This T Shirt I designed for my Friend, Ella, a few months ago. Ella is nearly 94.

These dishes are Japanese and Vietnamese and are actually from Costplus.. so when all fails for travel aboard,, don't let that stop you from appreciating what is made in another culture.

PLease comment on your collections and link to your blogs.

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.

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

Tickled Pink

Hoping for rainbows....after the showers..

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.

Happy Mother's Day!

Life in the PNW

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