Archive for the esoterica Category

It’s Now

Posted in easy living, esoterica, TV with tags , , on March 14, 2012 by darcyarts

It the day after my last chemo dosing. I’m still high from a combo of steroids, put into the  mix somewhere and at the same time a bit whoozy from last night’s atavan which I took to get some sleep. I’ve decided that having the steroids wake me at two or three a.m. with a strong desire to scrub the bathroom floor with a tin toothbrush isn’t really what I need to be doing, nor is making a giant plate of corn pancake. Both things would me happy but very fatigued afterward and throughout the next day.

Homey don’t play. Get me a scrub brush, Stat!!

Me the day after chemo, full of poison and feel good steroids. So fierce. Sometime I wish I could just be cranking on steroids all the time. I’d surely get into lots of trouble.

I’ve had the energy to get on the phone and straighten out all the dangling elements of various bills. Everything is smooth sailing for now. Not too shabby for Mercury retrograde. It is just spinning now before it appears to walk back through Aries to Pisces.

More good  news. I read in an email from one of the gay newsletters/magazines Advocate/Out, that tonight is the premiere of Jeffrey Lewis’ new show Interior Therapy. Hurray. Followed by Million Dollar Listings New York. Sweet, cheap but brilliant entertainment.

To balance my fierce steroid shots above I’ve decided to share  some beauty shots with you.

Easiest face-lift trick in the book = reclining.

I look like I should be demanding, ever so pleasantly of course,

“Darling, could you put a few more banana slices in my cream of rice.” Later you all, with Love.

Steve Jobs’ Last Gift

Posted in esoterica, reading, tech with tags , , on November 3, 2011 by darcyarts

“Oh, wow. Oh, wow. Oh wow”.

These were Steve Jobs’ last words.

It has to be my favorite quote of the decade. Can you imagine what he was seeing?

My husband, Frank, brought me that news knowing how much I would like it. I have been collecting scraps of  “evidence” about the passage between worlds most of my life. It’s very much like my very own giant ball of twine composed of every loose string I ever encountered. It is the treasure of my heart/mind.

Two stories from the Washington Post: Brad Hirschfield and Hayley Tsukayama.

Here is a page on Dr. Melvin Morse from the NDE site. Interesting information from neuroscientist, Andrew Newberg, too.

 

Light, Love, Kind

Posted in esoterica, Mind Power, photos with tags , , on October 6, 2011 by darcyarts

Pretty lights, baby. In the mornings, especially in the cool months, I like to light the candles in my fireplace. I think of myself being

“A spark from the one divine fire”

I think of all those I know as being a spark here in this world.

Lighting the candles is all about gratitude and faith that we can all know our best selves, do good work and feel love.

Got Heart?

Posted in esoterica, food, gardening, nature with tags , , on August 27, 2011 by darcyarts

Clipping fresh sweet tomatoes off the vine this morning I found a pretty little heart.

The heart tomato has it’s punky side, too. So complete in it’s metaphoric suggestions.

Images From DarcyArts

Posted in constructions, esoterica with tags , on July 15, 2011 by darcyarts

I like stars,

little Robots with fake mustaches, pretty colors, ruffles, soft cloth dolls. I like so many things and the way they go together that I have admitted to suffering from compositional-mania.

No corner, here, is free of a collection of purposely placed odds and ends. I can’t seem to stop myself.

Give me a blank canvas, I must fill it, toy with it, rearrange it.

Someday I may have a studio that is very bare where I might train myself to put all my imaginings into the actual art pieces instead of spreading the composition to every single space in my environment like some out of control inorganic kudzu.

I want to simplify and reduce the clutter but where would I start?

The answer is probably that where to start doesn’t matter as much as just starting but I love all this detritus. In biology microorganisms colonized the left over elements of organic material and help it DECOMPOSE.  I’m always joining random elements into sets.

Maybe in addition to my “SIMPLIFY” I need one that reminds me to “DECOMPOSE.” That’s a little scary. I’ll think about that later.

 

Good Work, Dudes

Posted in Art, design, esoterica, etsy, family with tags , , on April 15, 2011 by darcyarts

Bunny is thinking about the impact of Frida Kahlo’s art. I am working and fake-biking my butt off yet pause, here,  for a moment to drop hot thoughts and nods.

Big Nod to Conan and Team Coco for posting Queens of the Stone Age performance.

To Etsian mugze for these yummy looking bacon caramels. Naughty!

Big Nod to Ruben Xolotl Viramontes beautiful work, rings necklaces, etc!

To Lori Nichols of Birmingham for her sweet, beautiful, amusing cloth critters!

Madrigal Embroidery of San Francisco for beautiful work, cuffs etc. Dig it!

To San Francisco for being the best, beautiful, cosmopolitan, freedom loving, non judgemental city anywhere!!!

Photo by genius child, Jessica Pratt.

To Brian Pratt for being a mountain of masterful mental maneuvering.

To my husband for being the best I ever had and then some.

Gotta get to work. Everybody I love you. ♥

Wet and Mild

Posted in esoterica, family, nature with tags , , , on March 15, 2011 by darcyarts

The morning is newish. It’s 7:30, daylight saving time. Temperatures are mild.

Indoors the doings are swathed in a gray punctuated by electric light.

Work continues as usual. There is comfort in that enterprise.

It will be a long and busy day. Fresh Guatemalan coffee beans, crushed in the blender, fill the air with the promise of a comforting energy boost, maybe an aid for clearing out mind sludge. Later, the ride out to the college, more stitching, a trip to the post office and this evening a raretreat, a visit to a friend.

It’s a monastic life we have grown here near the river for the sake of art and peace. The calm makes the work possible. It’s time to be very grateful that we can be so still while in another kind of motion.

My prayer today — bring the light, sooth the suffering of others, lift the veil of ignorance from our eyes, let all souls rise.

Biba Book

Posted in design, esoterica, shopping with tags , on March 9, 2011 by darcyarts

How do I respond to having a little extra cash? In these tough times, with the price of gas skyrocketing, economics uncertain you would think I’d sit on it but I am buying books.

I somehow fell into a recalling of the glory of BiBa and had to have a closer look.

First frank and I watched the documentary on Biba and visionary creator/designer Barbara Hulanicki. Very interesting, especially since it includes her interior design work in Miami. Then I bought the lovely The Biba Experience and Hulanicki’s memoir on those days of the Biba enterprise.

Here are some photos (badly photographed) from the book.

I’m waiting on another BiBa picture book, Welcome to Big Biba.

 

Tibetan Bowls

Posted in esoterica, shopping with tags , , on March 1, 2011 by darcyarts

Ever need a sound that can clear your jabbering mind? You are trying to do yoga and, let’s say, there are competing noises in your environment, even if you rise a 4 a.m. The Tibetan Bowls will help you float to a place of blank and peaceful focus.

You can have an hour of this beautifully resonant sound for only 99 cents over at Amazon. Up load the mp3 and clear your mental deck.

Tomorrow, my early morning yoga session, which almost always competes with The soundtrack of the Andy Griffith Show (it’s complicated) will be kept on track thanks to this little bit of instant gratification.

Peace be yours.

Truck Noise

Posted in esoterica, music, travel with tags , , , , on February 18, 2011 by darcyarts

It’s the morning after a day of snowfall. It’s still chilly out doors and remanents of white  on remain in patches on the lawn.

Songs from the Sparks album Hello Young Lovers are playing. The music is adding to the oddly surreal mood. It seems somehow to be an odd jerky echo of the DVD I bought yesterday, That’s Entertainment, only the annoying factor is on 11.

Sparks must have been insanely big in Japan. I think I heard Germany laughing in derision.

It all makes about as much sense a road sign I’ve noticed in the last few weeks. There are two. One on Churn Creek Road north of Browning Street and another on Old Alturas Roadnear Old Oregon.

They read “Restrict truck noise , residential area”.

Other than blowing one’s horn what noises do trucks make that the driver could control? I’m stumped. Do trucks sing loudly, fart, bray like donkeys?

Ah, Syd Barrett is now singing. Hurray! Something that makes sense.