september...

... is here... the second, a quarter past twelve, a quarter past nine, on the same day... 22/9, 14/8...

eating golden plums in bed, listening to brahms' cello sonata no2 on bbc radio 3, my window open, there is some sun, the day feels lovely...
autumn
beginning, reflecting, sowing, thinking and doing
romantic, melancholic, warm - hearted
walks in the park layered with golden leaves, endless snuggling in bed with books, papers, breakfast trays and lots of loving


i am getting busier
an old aspiration has come back and now it is becoming a possibility, launching the 24th... more details to come...
nervous and excited and absolutely fundamental to be materailised; i'll make it happen...

she hops on my dream carriage more often than not these days and today, she was in my bed! it's rather lovely and unnerving and i suppose normal, to appear vivid and herself in my dreams with her cheek, her warm body, her childish manner, her nervous disposition, her love and care, her piercing gaze... i miss her very very much and i'll be missing her more with this change of season... it is going to get more lonely and sad, but the nostalgia sweet... i am so glad i am feeling, however, i don't want to grow cold and closed, that will be my death; so i am keeping myself busy with art and cocktail making, photograph taking, project launching, tie wearing, people mingling, car driving, bike cycling, endless thinking, hoping, loving, believing...

life is sweet and i am grateful for it, but something is missing... my salt, my flavour...

it will be allright, fine, dandy, i know it...

... till then, i welcome the golden autum with a new air of positivity and my sadness is a revealing/ concealing attire...

i blow kisses, i send love... i am longing for a heartfelt embrace...

your (my) greatest strength is love...

... and other affirmations...

the art of photo - taking

retro, nostalgia, romance, iconic pose

i shall write a letter to go with the images (imaginary or actual?)
the reader can decide...

dear___________,
dearest___________,
my darling___________,
my lovely____________,... etc...

images by rhiannon adam and emma oxley

trixie's toys...

... but she always goes for the dogs...

the brain shell

i am a leader, not a follower and i love my brain: helmets are hot and i can dress up, too (as posted on sj's new group 'i love my brain').

i was asked a question the other day about my top tips in cycling and i said in one breath:
helmet, visibility, individual style...

so, i bought a helmet on friday, on my way to town to get some stuff for qB and, because i was refusing to cycle without head protection till then, ever since my friend's accident, i walked into brixton cycles and after careful consideration and discussion and trying ons, i got one, with a good price, too.

i have been riding a brompton (black and silver) for nine years... before, i was on a blue racer with drop bars...

the london sky lately

sow and reap

it feels like sunday, but it's monday; end of bank holiday weekend, including the leopard queen Bees, which was fun and wild at times with a good bunch of most of us dressed up and working two days in a row, listening to reggae, dancehall, soul, funk and live music, interacting with different people and polishing my social behaviour, opening up more to the diversity of life; making money (again)...
i left the studio where i was photographed, feeling the late summer chill. lovely. a bit melancolic. terribly nostalgic.
i drove home, listening to hapsicord chamber music, anticipating a creative, interesting and rich (in everything) time, autumn, life, future ahead of me.

i dreamt again, art, chemicals (none taken), the person, whose absence is impossible to digest, whose love is impossible to ignore...

it was lovely, non planned and/ or expected, wonderfully received, meticulously stored in the vast section of my memory; i live with it, i do it...

busy week ahead full of projects and possibilities...