i've said it before and i will say it again
is so darn wonderful
her busy being fabulous blog
is truly flourishing, every time
i revisit it i am swamped,
stumbling and baffled by
all her glorious finds
deb is a food and prop stylist
here in melbourne and i have
worked as her assistant, wishing
that some faint layer of her sparkle
will rub off on me
take a look at her impeccable work
as well here in her portfolio
fantastic collages, crazy beautiful illustrations
and sometimes sneaks up close enough
to photograph the golden soldiers who protect
i designed a website for her to house her genius
and i know you will like it too. come to think of it,
you should come over for happy hour.
we will be having ice-cold vodkas with pomegranate seeds
sprinkled into each glass.
simply divine you say?
why yes, it is.
who really knows you. if you haven't read seren's "living opals" blog
then you may not know what it is like to stare into the face of wonder.
intelligent beyond her years, talented beyond reason, gorgeous,
glorious friend and partner in crime.
love you kid.
there are bells outside my house.
bells. bells. bells and birds and a parrot who whistles
cat calls when pretty girls walk by.
they are playing now. a little symphony.
i just went for a swim.
did i tell you there is a pool
surrounded by hummingbirds?
i have to cry-swim. it is so pretty.
and now the thunder has come out.
i love thunder.
i took a long walk in the sun.
and my legs ache. my face is warm.
there is also a garden. and a little fountain.
and mountains and hot-springs and cobble-stone
streets and many beautiful people's faces.
wrinkled and young. old and just born.
the sun brings such pretty skin
to people who are always outdoors. i am envious
of their health, their pace of living, their children playing
outside on the streets till long after midnight.
i envy the people standing eating tacos from the night stands illuminated
by old christmas lights. the food, the colors, the flowers everywhere.
the people surrounded by their families. i want to absorb it all. i want to belong
to it. i don't want to be looking in on it.
i am romantic, yes, but tell me of anything better. even one thing.
better than being with people you love and eating tacos standing
up under the moonlight among the churches and the colored streamers.
tell me one thing. i can't imagine it. nothing is prettier.
the apartment is filled with day of the dead skulls and pinatas.
and the backyard is suffused with cactii. it is perfect for me.
i love it.
which reminds me. i am off to get some of the holy agave.
the numinous cactii, which is really more closely linked
to the lily.
they export all the bad stuff. the tequila here is sacred.
it is god's drink.
and god is everywhere in this place.
and i don't even believe in god. but i feel something so palpable
when i am here.
i want to dissolve into the wind and desert sand and the strange
blossoms that emerge from the cactii. i want to be soluble and
not made of parts. i want to vanish into the color and lights.
i want to be part of the earth and the sky and no longer
walk upon it.
i want to be it.
i want to be water
and to travel that way.
i would die happy
the new version of
is coming out
(best illustrators from around the world!)
i love you
thank you for including
little miss sugar power
and her lint museum
all good things
happen in 3's
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