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Personal Style: In the Gifts of Old Friends

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No one in their right mind shoots around noon because the light is too strong and shadowy.  But I happen to love shooting around that time. I am peeping at Karma (my camera) and not really thinking about you, but let's say I was thinking of you and therefore looking at you. If so I am doing this through my old bug eyes. This fun sunglasses was gotten from one of the first flea markets I vended at. They are now full of prescription so I can actually see you through them. Talking about Karma, I have gotten around to naming my new tripod, she is to be known as Dharma. ;) My good friend from junior high school gifted me the dress I am in. I have had it since 2011. It was originally much longer but I removed a tier, hemmed it and ta-da! It makes a wonderful summer dress as it is quite good at befriending that rare summer breeze.  Another gift is the necklace. My best friend from high school made it for me! ^_^ The beads are really pretty and I like how the strands twist around each ot…

Spring Diary: On the Making of Mawusi SS17 | Koryö

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Making is for me a way of processing thoughts and feelings in a touch and go manner. The making of Mawusi SS17: Koryö, my new handmade collection, had been a good way of processing some current thoughts and feelings, especially my Grandma's death. There is more I could try to say about working on this collection and what I have learned of myself, but I do try to explain too much, and these explanations often come out all wrong looking a lot like defensiveness.
Mawusi SS17: Koryö is named and dedicated to Nana. I have a little journal entry on the shop's website with some of the behind scenes stories and also a look-book and product page that goes with the collection. Do take a look to see what I have been working on these past months! Thanks.
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Jane

Experiment: Expecting Everything I

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The sun was setting and I stepped out onto the verandah to watch the day give into the night. Everything around me bathed in reddish golden hues made richer by the wetness that had sunk into the pavements and buildings from a marvelous storm a few hours previous. It felt good to be able to see the lovely music that only the eyes could hear. Before I came out for the sunset, I had been on the verandah to watch finer strings of rain, remnants of a furious storm, thread down to knit into the ground. I had thrust my hand from under the canopy into the rain to watch and feel the fine spray splash my palms and hands. It felt wonderful. It is quite strange how a ferocious storm becomes a fine sweet rain that at some point also disappears. It is quite odd that a day will come when it shall be impossible to feel rain on skin or have eyes drink in the setting sunset. And although I do not know what it all means, surely being able to enjoy and appreciate rain on skin is a purpose of life?

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An Analysis of John Clare's I Am!

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I Am!
By John Clare

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.

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I have made an audio video of "I Am!" Play it below to listen. (My very first YouTube video! :D)



Analysis

This poem of John Clare's is quite exquisite. It is and it is not and it says just so and explains just so…

Photography: An Exhibition at the Queens Museum

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Andrew Beccone, Reanimation Library, 2002-2016
Also on birds but noÖo birds electronic windpipes flound-e[r]rings mad muddy muTTerings [sic]  echo-yay-ing drown-yay-ing dron-yay-ings
but bird-elle-s by  nooÔ bird-elle-s at  bird-elle-YAY-ing -- Jane