the luckiest girl in the world

this morning when gio nuzzled his head into my chest and slowly fell asleep, i realized that the sound of my heart beating makes him calm and quite. it's like he is remembering where he came from as he listens to the machine that made him hum, squish, beat and breath.

these are the good old days

lost and found

today i woke up feeling sad that i can not pick up and go to paris by myself for a month and get lost; walking for hours, cafe creme, wine and fresh fruit, mute on the outside but screaming with ideas on the inside. this lack of freedom does not come without gigantic reward, but it makes me sad none the less. the thing that strikes me most is that it's not a lazy apathetic kind of sad, rather it's hungry and urgent - like the feeling that you've lost your wallet and if you look hard enough you might still be able to find it. maybe i will.

show

i have an art show at the neighborhood caffe next month. i'm excited but nervous. it will be like i am naked in public having them there for all to see every morning when i get my americano.

the adventures of giovanni

i had a dream last night that giovanni became an inventor. he didn't wait until he grew up, he began inventing toys and small items as a boy and moved on to larger items as he grew older.

inspired, in awe, and a little dissapointed

christopher silas neil makes beautiful art that makes me feel inspired and in awe of his visual charm and aesthetic prowess(http://www.redsilas.com/). along with these positive feelings is a feeling of dissapointment, in myself, a dissapointment that stems from the realization that i am not living up to my potential and that i spend too much time watching tv and not enough time honing a craft.

i heart werner

i've had a mad crush on werner herzog for the last ten years or so. it's not because i like the movies he directs, because i don't (for the most part i think they are boring), but i've seen a couple documentaries on him that made me stop and take notice. for me it's all about him as a person; the way he talks, the things he says. sometimes i think he must be kidding with some of the stuff he says, but then i think he must be serious (because he is german).

i like the way men looked when they were dressing "sporty" in the early 80's. werner oozed style in that period; safari chic, with short shorts and a headband, and he topped it all off with a fantastic moustache (remember when moustaches weren't ironic). check out "my best fiend" and you'll see what i mean about him.