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insignificance in significance - Jane

It has been a while since I shot myself in a public space. So on my way to do this shoot I wondered if it would be more challenging than the last time. But I was pleasantly surprised to find myself much more comfortable than I had ever felt shooting in public. It seems I have become comfortable doing something I once found extremely nerve-racking and embarrassing.
printed scarf & dress - gift  ||  shawl & cardigan -- I made them  ||  bracelet -- mawusi
As I watched the grasses move softly in the wind I thought they were not unlike a wild orchestra, and as I examine this photo in which I am actually falling, a brilliant idea took form: would not it be awesome if one could stand in the midst of grasses and pretend to be a a very mad and passionate conductor? One would then be forced to actually pay close attention to nature's song and thus move one's hands in dance to it

I wish thee a most beautiful weekend! (And I will be in Brooklyn, at the Renegade Craft fair, selli…

C'EST FAIT! I mean the writing part. The paper has been submitted. Now I wait to see if I graduate in June. A spring graduation sounds lovely, yes? But life feels weird. It feels strange that I am not writing this paper anymore. The thesis became so much a part of my life that it feels weird not having to arrange my life around it anymore.

Here is how it went: In the beginning when I could not even understand my thoughts––all I knew was that I was interested in examining sin through love from the perspective of Julian of Norwich––I listened to Vivaldi (I find music helpful when I am writing research papers and I have several excellent albums in my iTunes from an ex who had great taste in music). I love Vivaldi for when I am confused. He sorts you out very well.

When my thoughts started gaining shape, I went to Bach; He is helpful when one is in between things. When I went blank and could not think of anything to write, I listened to Isabel Beyrakdarian. Then for revision I used Co…

is there pulse outside time?          is there outside time? - Jane

Not my Best Side
by U. A. Fanthorpe

I

Not my best side, I'm afraid.
The artist didn't give me a chance to
Pose properly, and as you can see,
Poor chap, he had this obsession with
Triangles, so he left off two of my
Feet. I didn't comment at the time
(What, after all, are two feet
To a monster?) but afterwards
I was sorry for the bad publicity.
Why, I said to myself, should my conqueror
Be so ostentatiously beardless, and ride
A horse with a deformed neck and square hoofs?
Why should my victim be so
Unattractive as to be inedible,
And why should she have me literally
On a string? I don't mind dying
Ritually, since I always rise again,
But I should have liked a little more blood
To show they were taking me seriously.

II

It's hard for a girl to be sure if
She wants to be rescued. I mean, I quite
Took to the dragon. It's nice to be
Liked, if you know what I mean. He was
So nicely physical, with his claws
And lovely green skin, and that sexy tail,
And the way he lo…

--- Jane

Happy Friday the 13th! So it's not that I am completely vain but pictured here are two of the best presents I have ever received. I came home to them on one of those days when one is compelled to draw a nice little circle on the wall, put a nice little spot in the center, and eagerly bring one's forehead to make crushing contact until one becomes unconscious. I opened the mailbox expecting the usual rubbish, and there it was, a little innocent looking package. It took a minute to remember that my friend whom I have never met said she was sending me a package! Of course, I cried when I opened it. Look at what my dear Vacuum Sales Girl––a wonderful illustrator and painter, and one of the most beautiful people I am lucky to know––sent me! If ever I meet you, dear Prudence––and I must!––I'll hug the air out of you. You just wait. :P
Now I am excited to wear these pieces. I have never owned a body-con dress and I am uncertain how to wear it but that is the awesome thing about a g…