this is getting to be too much. I want to make a cover of this song:
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
If you forget me:
If You Forget Me
by Pablo Neruda I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Friday, August 12, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Architecture School Year One Status: COMPLETE
"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. "
Monday, April 25, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
new thoughts
chiffon( transparencies) : the body
stiff/ soft
light/ heavy
contrasting weights
opaque: heavy to the body on the body next to the body
soft body on hard surface
hard body on soft surface
soft body on soft surface
hard body on hard surface
push/pull
pull/pull
push/ push
nature: fluid/ solid
fluid/ fluid
solid/ solid
technological:fluid/ solid
stiff/ soft
light/ heavy
contrasting weights
opaque: heavy to the body on the body next to the body
soft body on hard surface
hard body on soft surface
soft body on soft surface
hard body on hard surface
push/pull
pull/pull
push/ push
nature: fluid/ solid
fluid/ fluid
solid/ solid
technological:fluid/ solid
fluid/ fluid
solid/ solid
absorption of all light: white
no light: black
middle grounds...?
white/white/white: black/black/black
absorption of all light: white
no light: black
middle grounds...?
white/white/white: black/black/black
THE ANTI-FLAT: PAINTINGS/ SPACES
Landon Metz
Gerry Judah
Im so fucking excited about these chairs!!!! It sort of reminds me of these studies I did back at SMFA. I would love to get back into the furniture studies. http://www.amandinealessandra.com/cumulus/2008/10/07/ideographic-alphabet-sic/
And so excited about these contrasting choices ( I can't contain my excitement for nature and man made contrasts) By Noemie Goudal
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
yesss
http://www.oprah.com/food/Mixed-Grain-Cereal-with-Chai-Spice
http://www.oprah.com/food/Sesame-Fruit-and-Nut-Bars
http://www.oprah.com/food/Sesame-Fruit-and-Nut-Bars
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
brain contents: writing, thinking thoughts
DRAFT AIR
a draft through the door hitting the floor
cold ankles - cankles spankles
Spank you Thank you but mostly spank you
for entertaining me ( and for other things)
i haven't played this game in a while
not since before my 21st birthday
the number 21 is interesting
it doesn't change you
its raining- i cant tell if i like it more than perpetual waters
or more than sky
i like when sky meets water
or when clouds meet mountains
sky and mountains are best friends
and water and sand are best friends
they move perpetually but they still are best friends
they always meet again
things arent ever over between them
the line remains relentlessly untouched but touched
by the relationship between air and water
or fluid solids or solid solids next to fluid fluids
or fluids with solid fluids
its like what one has the other doesnt and thats why they need eachother
otherwise where does one thing end and one thing begin? OR
how can you understand one from another if one is next to what it is rather than what it is NOT.
I can understand things by what they are not,
not by what they are.
i know hard things when they are next to soft, you get it?
its sort of like recognition through process of elimination
or articulating the existence of an entity based on what it is not
moving things and still things are also really interesting
to understand
or things that fly
dense things
or really really light things
and the in between things
or the thingness of an thing and by thing i mean idea
a draft through the door hitting the floor
cold ankles - cankles spankles
Spank you Thank you but mostly spank you
for entertaining me ( and for other things)
i haven't played this game in a while
not since before my 21st birthday
the number 21 is interesting
it doesn't change you
its raining- i cant tell if i like it more than perpetual waters
or more than sky
i like when sky meets water
or when clouds meet mountains
sky and mountains are best friends
and water and sand are best friends
they move perpetually but they still are best friends
they always meet again
things arent ever over between them
the line remains relentlessly untouched but touched
by the relationship between air and water
or fluid solids or solid solids next to fluid fluids
or fluids with solid fluids
its like what one has the other doesnt and thats why they need eachother
otherwise where does one thing end and one thing begin? OR
how can you understand one from another if one is next to what it is rather than what it is NOT.
I can understand things by what they are not,
not by what they are.
i know hard things when they are next to soft, you get it?
its sort of like recognition through process of elimination
or articulating the existence of an entity based on what it is not
moving things and still things are also really interesting
to understand
or things that fly
dense things
or really really light things
and the in between things
or the thingness of an thing and by thing i mean idea
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
SPRING// OBSESSED
I've been obsessed with this song for over a year and still really can't get over it. I specifically like the way Patsy Cline sings it in this video:
And I also really love how Norah jones sings it in this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzQyzZBMQ8M
I am desparate for Springg! I can't wait.
And I also really love how Norah jones sings it in this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzQyzZBMQ8M
I am desparate for Springg! I can't wait.
Monday, February 14, 2011
first house design
Spilled sauce on a napkin- its now architecture:
Im crashing hard I wish I could explain more.
Happy v-day im wearing a heart in my hair given to me by Kiwi.
Im crashing hard I wish I could explain more.
Happy v-day im wearing a heart in my hair given to me by Kiwi.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Old me
Just found a few videos from a year ago of me working in my old apt in boston, sometimes i wish i was a huge loner again. life seemed so much more poetic.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Existential: wtf!?!? Recently, I realized that because I decided to be ambitious and impulsive and go to Cooper Union to study architecture I can't really travel. I also will never really have a break. I feel exceptionally exhausted from this kind of life. I'm feeling sort of like I want to have a life where I enjoy myself and things and events and the world. I wonder if this will happen before I'm 30. Maybe. For now I'll probably just have these ideas in my head about where I could be- it seems that because of my past I get over things and want something else and then I get what I want and- turns out its not so great. So, I think I'll stick to cooper until I'm 25.
I will also just day dream about perpetual waters and mountains with clouds as best friends and making paintings.
I will also just day dream about perpetual waters and mountains with clouds as best friends and making paintings.
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