Bowl, hairline fracture

I photographed the gardenia for a week as it swam and shrunk and migrated to the far side of the bowl. And then I saw the crack that said I now had only 3 usable, intact iterations of this favorite white vessel. I must have an odd number of everything now. Stemware, silver, linen napkins become gossamer... It's that we keep what we love as it matures and eventually comes undone. We're all bruised and fractured and cracked. It's how we stay interesting.

When the Japanese mend broken objects they aggrandize the

damage by filling the cracks with gold, because they believe

that when something's suffered damage and has a history it

becomes more beautiful.

— Barbara Bloom

On my dentist's advice, I once had a porcelain crown replaced with gold. My dentist told me the gold crown was softer and would last longer. It did. Bend. Don't break.



This flower, not better. Just earlier. Younger. Lying over the crack.

If you wish to be loved, show more of your faults than your virtues.
— Edward Bulwer-Lytton

Too serious?


In Paris, one is always reminded of being a foreigner.
If you park your car wrong, it is not the fact that it's
on the sidewalk that matters, but the fact that you speak
with an accent.
— Roman Polanski

True.

-30-

Lace

Origami Bird Takes Flight

Go, little bird!

The simplified form of Bernoulli's equation can be summarized in the following memorable word equation:

static pressure + dynamic pressure = total pressure

Basically, to get a good Cuban cigar—swim or fly. Visit Hemingway's Finca Vigia just outside Havana / Habana. Quickly.

I love a cow

I especially love a cow in Polaroid.
Or 3.5 cows in Polaroid.

May the canny souls trying to obtain the stuff necessary to make the film, succeed.
May the canny souls trying to obtain the stuff necessary to make the film succeed. (Ambiguous, huh?)
May the canny souls trying to obtain the stuff necessary to make the film succeed in doing so.

I'm thinking it's a...

....crash.

Blue Monkey's Maiden Flight | Rare Daytime Post

The Blue Monkey did indeed fly among Honorable Mentions at Digital Graffiti 2009 / Alys Beach last Saturday. And, hey, the Finalists and Winners were truly spectacular. Congratulations!


An aside: I realize now that Blue Monkey is actually turquoise, but Turquoise Monkey's Maiden Flight lands on the ear with a bit of a thud.

What's in a name, huh?

r e p o s t : Digital Graffiti 2008 + 2009

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Digital Graffiti 2008 —

Imagine you're at Alys Beach on the Gulf of Mexico with the waves slapping on the sand. Imagine it's your photography on that wall.

Whoa.


Digital Graffiti 2009 —

Think: multiple color-saturated beachside drive-ins on foot + VJ Shantell Martin + drinks + architecture

Saturday, June 6
8:30-midnight
Alys Beach, Florida

Look for my short, very short animation 'Blue Monkey's Maiden Flight' in the courtyard.

Hey, it's fun & frolic! Be there.




Photos: Fred Sawyer

7 AM

Ephemera

High school
when it meant something : dress code, effort, mandatory second language,
necessary work-arounds and tricks
essentially innocent though not at all so
not so at all

when
born old

Luck

I caught a reflection.
Actually I caught a slew of reflections.
The orchid caught my eye.

Kiss 'em goodbye for a bit

Say farewell to the briny-sweet Apalachicola Bay oyster for a few months. Sublimate with boards of Gorgonzola dolce + honey + prosciutto + melon until fall. Make lunch of tomato + mozzarella + basil caprese with olive oil and baguette. Halve avocados, splash on the hot sauce, sprinkle with diced Vidalia onion and salt. An avocado is its own bowl. Get trays and pop out ice cubes of ruby pomegranate juice. Buy a seltzer water bottle and spritz fruity syrups. Eat after sundown. Drink a lot of sangria. Drink a lot.

It's hot out there. Even now, it's hot.



PS Most bottled waters are somebody else's tap water so get a filter for your kitchen sink. Plastic bottles are forever. Save a dinosaur.

More pearls and a longtime delusion

Beware the urge to check your pleasant word in the dictionary. The familiar one you believe you know so clearly that you'd never researched it. But you don't know. Not really.

All my life—forever, until today—I've believed the surface of a pearl was formed of the magical.creamy.delicious French nacre. But no. Nacre is mother of pearl and lines the lovely shells we used as ashtrays on screened porches circled with windchimes. Fine, but nacre is not a pearl and no one smokes any longer, so I plant succulents in the shells. Briefly. They advance quickly from shallow shells to celadon pots. There's another word I won't look up. Celadon. And shagreen. Onion skin. Penultimate.

I prefer innocence. Illusion. Delusion. I prefer nacre as the surface of my pearls. Or glow.

I checked a thesaurus. There is no synonym listed for 'moonlight.'