The Solitary Walker

In the streets and in society I am almost invariably cheap and dissipated, my life is unspeakably mean... But alone in the distant woods or fields, in unpretending sprout-lands or pastures tracked by rabbits, even in a bleak and, to most, cheerless day like this, when a villager would be thinking of his inn, I come to myself, I once more feel myself grandly related, and that cold and solitude are friends of mine. I come home to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home'. - Thoreau

(lissy elle, art.com, marie hochhaus)

Why I love this woman and would like to steal all her clothes at night.

She would be my dream best friend - innocence and daring all at once. I love how free she looks.

Although I am thinking of growing my hair into a bob again, she makes me want to keep it short!

(Photos from agyness-deynonline.blogspot.com)

The Wildness of the Heart

We built our castle as close to the sky as we could, and spent our days with the eagles and the vultures. The thin air silenced our voices, and all we could look at was the rich green cleft we perched in.

Never have I known such refined, diamond silence. We nestled in, built walls against the wind. We sat, and gazed, and wanted nothing but purity and the delicious thrill of clinging on, up high, and nearly floating.

The world seemed distant, and yet the earth spoke of terrifying beauty, exuberance, power. I wanted nothing but to hold its answers in my soul forever. I felt myself slip into a wilderness folk-tale of a knotted-hair girl amongst the pine forests. I wanted nothing but you and the air rising up beneath us.

We built our city and filled it with walking hopes and dreams.

It was a place of curious lights and unknown visions, and in it I was certain of everything I thought I had not known. Our castle in the air is a breath, a mosaic of lights, an openness behind the eyes, that will always be there. It is you and me and utter freedom. Us, exultant and wondering.

Solid, but flying.
(Photos from my amazing holiday in the Tarn valley of France)

It was for freedom.

After a weekend of wardrobe clear-out, winter winds and feeling like a child in the dressing-up box, I decided to open a Lookbook account. This is what made it to my first post: I felt a bit odd about advertising my clothes, but then the clear-out made me realise that sometimed you just need to take the time to look at what you've got and play with it. So in the spirit of messing about like a kid (who gets to wear high heels)...

Love my new coat. Never has anything so warm been so much fun to wear.

I'm not sorry...

that I chose to go against what you tried to make me. Your disapproving silences don't count, because this is so much more fun.

Because you only get one chance, and you should fill it with all the experiments and craziness you can.

(Photos from Lookbook and Noir xxx)

Just can't stop dreaming of winter

I want to live in these Snow Queen colours for the rest of winter - sadly I have nothing like it at all!

I'll get over it soon, I promise...

I should have been a quiet soul in the cool candle-lit cloisters

I am so lucky at the moment, because my days are spent working on and dreaming about things like this.

There's something about the detail, the pure rich colours, the glimpse into another world you have to remind yourself was real once. There is such care and joy over each detail that it makes me wonder whether modern art is often so empty and plain because we rush through life without enjoying it, or even noticing it. Such skill has painted these vivid dreams of life so richly - and you don't have to be a medievalist to wander into those dreams and be absorbed in the colours.

I wish that it could never end.