Thursday, August 30, 2012

~DEEP KISSES & full of life... .

(first of all... please click the refresh icon ^ up top,
or you may not see the intended, lovely font~ there, good... )


~ l i f e ... .   .
.  . ..... D E E P   K I S S E S .

deep passions.
deep dedication and direction.
other deep people to share it all with.
and really, really feeling what you're doing.



otherwise...
what the heck is it all for, anyway~?
we're going around once with this Life~
(well, this time anyway... )
so what are we gonna do with the chance ~?
with our own personal bag of tricks safely tucked
 in our pockets ~
in our heads ~ 
in our hearts ~
in our computers ~ ~ ?

what would you shout from the rooftops ~?
you just gotta get it out there .

so~~~~ .. .   .    .       .

the inspiration for all of this shouting~ 

just recently... .   .
my computer and it's backup were stolen.
all my writings.
all my photos.
the beautiful and passionate documenting of my Life.
gone.

& yes.... .   .
it's taking me awhile,
it comes and goes,
but of course, it is all inside of me.
i know that.
it's still hard .

but... .
the writing, how can i get it back ?
how can i do it all again ?
the passionate moments put into words .
the lovely life happenings .
the photos of temporary art .
the feelings... that all of it could conjure right back up .

i know.
it's inside.
without the physical baggage to lug around.

so, as they say..... .   .
put that piece of cake on your head and


G O   F O R   I T  ~ !

let's dig deep.
roll around in it.
share it.
have too much wine with friends over it......  .     .

cause ~ you may loose it.
period.
gone.

ouch.




it's ok. it's ok.   *  ~........ .    .      .        .

Thursday, June 21, 2012

~ a ' good-bye ' tart... . .



a  ' t a r t '  as

.... . .  good-bye ?
*

this passionate
" e d i b l e " 
offered as my token of farewell... .   .

to a person ?
to a chapter ?
. ... a dream ?

a tart made of
everything i hold dear.
everything that's  " me "  to offer ~

~ these sweet, fresh blueberries
warmed gently in my own rose glaze...

perched on top of a lovely lemon custard...

cradled by a strong enough 
yet gentle & crumbling sweet crust
made with a fresh herb and a pinch 
of white pepper for spice,
then adding nuts for
 ground and strength and texture...

presented humbly in a brown parchment paper cup,
surrounded with another cup of color.
 color, that i can't seem to do without...

finished with, and nestled in, and crowned in
 more petals.
*

so, there it is.
me, given, as one single bite.
. ...cause i just don't know how to do it any other way ~

as the songs say.... .

*   baby i give you my world... .
you can go your own way... .
you can call it another day... .


*   is this real?
is this just fantasy?
nothing really matters...
. ......any way the wind blows ~
the beautiful flip side of this record is :

hello.... .   . ? !

hello to a new chapter?
hello to a new mountain top view?
to my own new  'hell drive' ?

( ~ " moth to a flame " comes to mind here... . ? )

~ so always i ask:
what  "g i f t " did i get to unwrap here ?

and then.... .
what do i now offer in return ?

~ h e l l o !
bring it.... .    .

( . ..ok, so where's that xxxxxxx screenplay template ? )

Thursday, April 12, 2012

~ ~~* jasmine flower layers... . . ~*

~       ~   ~~*
it's
all
about
the

l
a
y
e
r
s

isn't it ?
 ~ ~ ............*

i seem to always want it all.
all at the same time.

fresh,
 unique,
satisfying,
 separate, 
together

always... . 
a smooth flowing blend
of nourishments,
 of tastes and textures and thoughts and colors ~
~ with people & food & places,
comforting tradition,
conversation,
electric new ideas,
clarity,
mess.
and most of all... .
i want it, i need it to be full
with emotions.
with feeling.
with meaning.
with caring.
with a heart.

all of this is my real
 f o o d .
emotions and places and people
to feed to myself.

deliciously stirring in
all the spicy intensities
of  'real time'
of real voices
of real... .
i think it's called  life's foods .

with all the juicy imperfections.
all the wonder.
the inspirations.
the lessons.
laughs.
stories.
tears.
~ so... .   .

where are we today?
what are we eating?
what do i think?
what do i feel?
who's coming along?
who's there?
how hungry am i?
how do i know when i've arrived?

.    .  . . ............ & why ?
we are now serving lunch.... .   .     .

~ please be seated.

Friday, January 27, 2012

n e x t Window... . " painted C a k e s ~ "

" c a k e s ! "

~ok...
february is here.
to me, that means something sweet.

.  . ... what's really  s w e e t  in life?

so this installation is all about
' what's on the plate? '

. ...on life's pedestal ?


my inspiration?
a vision of that ultimate, fantasy  ' c a k e ' !
~*
tall, tall, never-ending  t a l l~
smooth and beautiful and etherial~
hand-painted with a sweet wash of edible pastry color~
piled even taller with layers of the darkest chocolate
spread thin like paper~
pale green chopped pistachios & rose petals
as confetti ~
with of course... .
the ' cherry on top ' !

so... .  here's the box of goodies...
the tools...
the magic ~
from this... .   .
.  . ...to this.
( magic how it all fits in one little box- )

just think if we all
put everything in our lives on a pedestal ~
well, pedestal... in a good way
like- with a chosen "respect" and "attention".
right down to the cherry filling.
with the leaves and stems and pits.
every detail accepted and... .
 cher(ry)-ished !

the little cakes
just starting out... .
to the big cakes
that have been in your life for awhile.
giving our full attention
~ top... .  to bottom.
to the layers upon
l
a
y
e
r
s
upon layers of living, of experience.
( those layers seen & those frosted over~ ) 
 so,
in choosing our newest
' sweet bites '... . 
 what do we bring our forks to?
how do we pick our  ' sweet '  life?
what do we want?
. ...(full) filling ?  . ...nourishing ?
so
 here's to  f e b r u a r y ~*
...the month of
 sweets
and love
and choices
and  ' c a k e s ! '
... . well, yummmm
i know i want mine, please, thank you

with tassels ~*



Saturday, January 7, 2012

~winter persimmon tart... . .


.  . ... so
what do we do with these
beautiful 
p  e  r  s  i  m  m  o  n  s 
?
well... .
what
would you
w a n t
t o
b e
?
hopefully... .
certainly
not
the
 u  s  u  a  l
 thing.
on a cool day
i'd want to be warmed up a bit in
b   u   t   t   e   r
... .   .
with just a sprinkle of brown sugar... .
maybe just a drizzle of balsamic vinegar... .
~ my life as a
p  e  r  s  i  m  m  o  n
 would now be ready for anything... .
~
i could now lay myself atop a lovely chilly quenelle
of the perfect ice cream~
a pure vanilla... .
a peppery dark chocolate... .
or spread on a nice warm
slice of humble toast.
but~
i think i would really like to rest
on a fluffy pillow of a
 spicy
g  i  n  g  e  r  e  d
 cream.
held
and
wrapped
in a crust made with
almonds
and
rosemary... .
then
garnished with
bright little squares of fresh
p e r s i m m o n
and feel the shimmering grains of
grapefruit sugar
and
julienned
r o s e   p e t a l s
come floating
down
over
the
top.
laid on
a crisp sheet of parchment
with the rose stem that held these
petals... .
then
i would be
presented in a box to
 r   e   s   p   e   c   t
each
ingredient.
~ every
p   e   r   s   i   m   m   o   n
deserves
 such 
a
      l i f e ... .