I'm watching smoky gray clouds roll in, listening to the soft volume of thunder. This is a bit untimely since we were planning to walk, but maybe the storm will pass quickly. Until then, wanna see my recent inspirations?
:: On the living room wire:
[that "summery" Rothko postcard]
The poem on the broadside reads:
by Hosho McCreesh
Sick of his own face,
Sick of his skin, of the dark,
he crawls outside himself,
to sing -
a better poet than most.
:: There's a lotta wall space yet to be filled in our house. I'd love to cover a wall with mismatched frames - of photos and art - much like this:
[from the June/July 2008 issue of domino (pg. 120). You can see it much better here.]
:: We received the new west elm catalog today. If this floor lamp wasn't $249, it would be perfect for our living room:
[photo courtesy of west elm. We have that couch, by the way.]