Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Telephones

call when feeling blue
Its a little bit awkward when you get a message on your mobile phone that is personalised to you, but you don't know who it is from. For example, "your name, dear". I received one of those yesterday, but its a little bit awkward to ask who it is. Well I find it so anyway.

Wouldn't it be nice if I had an old phone with big chunky buttons that rings a bit like "Brr, cough, splatter, brrr" That was my attempt at phone noise making. But you get the idea. A phone that sounds as though its going to die when it is ringing.


Rather than this small thing which is quite hardy I might add, its been through washing machines and fallen off balconies, yet it still works though I'll be it not as well. I'm too put off by the technological do whatsies to look for another one.


But these messages... people should really just call. Then I won't feel so strange for not knowing who the secret message person is.


However, this little talking bit of oddness has allowed me to look at nice photographs of phones. Perhaps I should do some creating art making inspired by them. Yes, maybe so!

Sunday, January 4, 2009

If

If my life does not go according to plan in relation to University and what not. I think that I would be just as happy being the man there. Selling paintings in Paris on the side of the street. While it may not be high paying, seeing the many faces of people walking past and being in a beautiful place would be joy enough. Occasionally I would buy a loaf of bread and some boysenberry jam to eat.

Or perhaps the lady with the warm jacket. I wonder where she is going?

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Carousels and Balloons

Christmas has come and gone. New Years has come and gone. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

balloon in the park
I thought about looking back at 2008, and then I thought about 2009 and all the things that will come with it. The more I thought the more I decided that I didn't particularly want to do either. Right now I'm enjoying my dream world too much to leave it. But for the sake of remembering later, a quick list of what happened last year:
  • I woke up and went to school
  • Pierced my nose
  • Was rather ill
  • Cut my hair off
  • Fell in love with vintage dresses and teacups (oh no wait, that was my entire life)
  • Missed friends and found them again
  • Received a telephone call
Next year I hope will be full of nice things, nice people, picnics and dresses. I hope that also that I don't put holes in all my stockings. For that to happen I might need to stop being so clumsy. No. That won't happen.

Balloons
balloons

And to finish, this is what I am currently dreaming about: Carousels and Balloons.

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