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Straw handbag: Parfois.
Koh Samui, Sunday, 7th of May 2017
Left with a reluctant feeling my house, restless I was… I’ve ensemble the belongings that I needed in the beginning of May: clothes, a book, my phone, and other oddities in traveling case. I left Portugal to found a place floating in warm smiles and kind gestures, that I was not expecting or even imagining. Nature has still his intact state here in Koh Samui, Thailand, and life runs at a slow pace, the same pace that nature grows and changes every day. I forgot how traveling is important to change our perception of life. I saw already many people living with few and yet being so content with everything. I feel connected with an invisible world that I believe to exist here. And I just hope, when I am returning home that this feeling doesn’t fade away, but, instead, that remains and lasts forever.
I love flowers, I think it’s an obvious fact about me by now. I collect them too, I’ve several dried flowers inside of boxes, books, decorating my walls, in jars, inside of small flasks, and so on. And like me, many nature nostalgics do the same, so I decided to upload some beautiful and floral themed items in my shop.
The first listing is these floral coasters that you identify right away on my first photo. I found them so soft and delicate – it turns the simple act of drinking tea into a special moment.
These two frames with real dried flowers are so unique too!
And This oval golden frame? It’s so romantic, right? It makes me think of the long gone cluttered victorian houses. I think it brings immediately a cozy and charming atmosphere to every home.
So, if you are curious about these treasures, you are more than welcome to visit my shop. Wishing you all a nice week beginning.
Amazed by this female artist, she started to paint “abstract art” before the movement even exist… Hilma Af Klint born in 1862-1944. A visionary, a woman ahead of her time, a sensitive, an artist that was commissioned by a spirit to paint the series “Paintings for the temples” and other transcendent works.
Frida Kahlo used to say that she had two serious accidents in her life: the first one was the accident on the bus and the second one was Diego (her husband), but, even so, she carried on in life and inspired many souls. Today, I’m sharing with you this amazing book illustrated and written by the talented artist Maria Hesse. Every page of this biography is an achievement of perfection, I have cried and laugh while reading it, and cried especially when I read a transcription of Frida Kahlo’s diary written to her beloved Diego. I don’t want to reduce this book to this paragraph or even her art, but it shows clearly how she felt life and the great capacity of loving the one who hurt her the most. I guess love is this…: accepting the faults, learning to forgive and respect which one oneness. She was not a surrealist, she was an artist who felt viscerally everything with brushes, shapes, and colors. Thank you, Frida, for existing and thank you, Maria Hesse, for devoting your time to this unique book.
The transcription of Frida Kahlo’s diary written to her Diego:
Diego – the beginning,
Diego – the constructor,
Diego – my child,
Diego – my fiancé,
Diego – painter,
Diego – my lover,
Diego – My Husband!
Diego – my mother,
Diego – my child,
Diego – me,
Diego – the universe,
Diversity in oneness.
Why do I call him My Diego? ’cause he will never belong to me. He belongs only to itself.
(the original spanish version)
“Diego – princípio, Diego – constructor, Diego – mi niño, Diego – mi novio, Diego – pintor, Diego – mi amante, Diego – !mi esposo!, Diego – mi amigo, Diego – mi padre, Diego – mi madre, Diego – mi hijo, Diego – yo, Diego – universo. Diversidad en la unidad. Por que lo llamo mi Diego? Nunca fue ni será mio. És de él mismo.”
It’s April 2017 is being, even more, weird than the past 2016 year. I don’t know what to say… April did go really fast for me, did the same happen with you? I thought that I would enjoy deeply every day of this year, and, on the contrary, what I really feel is that everything is slipping through my fingers, speeding up in a way that I can’t even describe what have happen this year, it seems life is just happening in a numb manner … but maybe the antidote for all these emotions flowing through my skin is to do something…
So, in these two days off from work, I decided to pick up all my clothes that were unstitched in some particular spot and had fixed them. At the end, the constant anxiety about life, my bloody worries, all the emotions that I constantly feel, and that can only be translated into more worrying, were gone. I felt that my anxiety was placed with the satisfying feeling of accomplishment.
I’ve fixed around 10 pieces of neglected clothes, and the day after, I wore the blue pants that were locked on my wardrobe, because I was being lazy and postponing to wear them due to the undone seams at the pants’ end.
Porto, 6th of April 2017
I’ve encountered the immaterial, the boreal… The soft light that gently touches the flower of the deads after so much suffering. I’ve encountered something that only belongs to those who live in Asylum. In desertion from the common senses. I’ve touched the invisible and felted it like rain drops and spring petals. And I shed a tear, only one and let it linger above Schubert and the white chrysanthemums. I let the boreal house my soul, confine it into something purer, undress it and triumph on the edge of the light for once.