Teddy on a Shelf

I had a brand new teddy bear. Briefly. There was a “bring your toy to kindergarten” day. Mum and Dad told me not to take my teddy bear along as I might lose it. I insisted, as any four year old would, of course, I wouldn’t lose my teddy bear. I would look after it. And you all know what happened next. I did lose it. And in it’s place was left a rather sad looking patched up much older teddy bear. It wasn’t the same. I was devastated. It was Christmas time and the end of the kindergarten year and everyone was leaving to go home. It was impossible to find the culprit. It was a hard lesson learned.
Why is it that parents really do know best, sometimes?


Higglety Pigglety Baa

Ever wonder where  stories comes from? Do you really think you are clever enough to do it all by yourself? Is it really you thinking these thoughts or are we just puppets and someone has put memories in our heads, dreams, ideas. Is deja vu just the replicant inside us wanting to get out?

I have watched the film Blade Runner again! The replicants are human as we are except their emotions are a little off and with a lifespan of four years. Is it better to have a shorter life span that is full or a longer one that is less so?  We all want more. To want more is to be human, but learning to say, “that’s enough, I’m good” is almost rare these days. Jumping, risking, crying, dancing, laughing, and trying is part of being human. Do our emotions define us as being human? Who knows? Go enjoy those human emotions and laugh a little or a lot. Just go off and have a nice weekend.

Sweet dreams! How many electric sheep will you count jumping over the moon tonight?

A weakness

I have a weakness for fountain pens.
Lamy is one of my everyday favourites.

Lamy is a German pen maker that has been around since 1930. The name Lamy is the surname of the founder, Josef Lamy.

The fountain pen above is a Lamy Safari Lime Green with a violet ink cartridge.
What’s in your pencil case?

Playing with matches


Guy Fawkes Day, get ready for fireworks!

Today in history Guy Fawkes plot was was uncovered on 5 November in 1605.

Who would have thought we will still be “celebrating” the plot to blow up London’s Parliament? What a shame it is has never been a public holiday. A day off school or work! Thirty barrels of gunpowder were discovered in the basement of Parliament ahead of time. What’s in your basement or garden shed?

How ever you spend your day play safely with matches, especially around children and animals. Aim your fireworks away from people and homes. Personally I still get a huge kick out of sparklers. I love writing with sparklers. You have to write fast. No thought involved! Just pure fun and giggles. The child in me never turns down an moment of fun.

Happy Guy Fawkes Day!

It’s up to you to decide, not me


Develop your own taste in art

When you look at a picture or a painting do you look at it with your own eyes or do you know already what you think because you have read about it.  It may be easier to read the description, the write up about the painting or the review but that’s too easy. Looking for yourself and taking time to sit and think, ponder. That takes time and effort. If you want to grow your art appreciation you need to view many paintings and other art. Through your own eyes you have to decide what is good/great/awful/okay. And remember a photograph in a book of a painting does not usually do it justice. Do not dismiss a painting purely because it doesn’t photograph well. An open mind is required. You may be in for a pleasant surprise. And that is what we want, to be surprised, to be inspired, delighted.

Don’t expect to like what the experts like. Like what you like. Develop your taste and it will change as your journey continues.

If you see a painting and you think differently from the person standing beside you, or even the artist, that’s okay, isn’t it? Of course, it’s okay. You don’t need to voice your dislike directly to the artist. Well that would just be plain rude. Manners, people. Whether you like or dislike a painting  is up to you but your reasons for feeling so may differ from the next viewer. Sometimes we don’t even need to explain. Why should we? Yet sometimes we flip sides and go from like to dislike and the reverse too. Sometimes we get bored with a painting over time. Sometimes we see things deeper in a painting the more often we look.

Sometimes I wonder why we should articulate why we like a painting or expect an artist to write a short description about a painting.  Surely the painting should stand on it’s own. A painting is a medium to express something visually, why should it need anything else? There may be a particular motivation for a painting, and perhaps the artist doesn’t want to have to explain or maybe they have no idea why he/she painted, he/she just did it. Trying to make it sound complicated just limits the audience. We all enjoy looking at things but when you try to exclude others by making it complicated when it’s not your audience is smaller by your own making. Art is to be viewed by all, unless it’s R18+ material and then you need to cover your child’s eyes. So maybe, just maybe, a description is helpful to say those checking out art online to go view an exhibition with children. Oh well.

Go seek art and decide for yourself!

I was here, I recorded it, I still remember

The earliest form of writing could have been a stick drawing of an animal in the sand. It could have been an expression of love to another or it could have been an early version of “I was here!” Sand blows away in an instant. It wasn’t recorded so it didn’t exist. It may have been observed but it wasn’t communicated to another. It may have been verbally reported. It may simply have been forgotten in the blink of a beautiful sunrise or the threat of being attacked by a wild animal or an enemy. Let’s back up a bit here, if something is observed but not recorded then how can it be remembered? Why do we bother to write, draw, paint or take photographs? Is it because we don’t trust our memories to carry it to the next day? Is it a desire to share with another? A desire to remember? A desire to show off? A desire to twist reality and to shape it into our own? A chance to dream?

When we take a photograph of a sunrise, it is a moment of time captured, it represents that moment but it hasn’t captured the sun, it has captured the expression, the light, the scene. It hasn’t captured the sound of the noisy parrots, the guitar playing of your neighbour, the smell of the jasmine behind you, nor has it noted the sound of the crashing waves against the crushed shells on the beach. What it has captured is a window into the memory and hopefully with a glance at the photograph the rest will come flooding back to you.
Why do we gather shells, leaves or sticks when we walk along a beach or a forest path? To create order? Perhaps. To remember? Perhaps. We may not think so deeply in the moment, and to do so is to spoil the moment. We pick up a stone because it looks nice or interesting. It’s not complicated. We aren’t complicated. When we pick up the same stone at home many years later we remember perhaps where we picked it up, whom we were with and what the weather was like and many other aspects of the day. Sometimes we remember only that it brings back good memories, what exactly cannot be remembered but the warmth of the memory lingers.

What do you see when you look?

What do you see when you look at something? Do you see patterns? Do you make patterns? Do you want to make order from chaos? Does your brain try to trick you into seeing what is not there?
We all may see the same thing but we look at things differently. Seeing and looking is not the same thing. Until you look at something from another’s perspective can you truly relate with  another? Isn’t that where imagination and curiosity come into play?
Perspective, imagination and curiosity, necessary for everyday life. Enjoy.
Happy Halloween to those that celebrate!