actually, what the hell is the difference. all they did was put the sidebar on the left. sheesh

still sense

Too big, she said

and He picked her up

with His Too big hands

and brought her Too far.


Too small, she said

and He brought in another one

Too close, she said

and He put her back

from His Too big hands

and she said, Too far.


then both were with her
in His suddenly not Too big hands
and they weren't Too far, or Too close, or Too small, or Too big, and I'd like to stay just here, she said, and fell asleep. warmth of His hands under her little self, still. rustle of little leaves with her breathing, His breathing.

quotidie: remarkably ordinary (march)

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i've passed by this street a few times going to central london. i think it's piccadilly, or some other known street in the area. these paintings go on for the length of almost a whole park, propped up on the iron railings surrounding it.

there must be at least a hundred of them, and i'm bad at estimation. when i have enough money, i'm going to buy a painting from there. there are some beautiful abstract ones.

i'm not sure if i'd like to sell my art on the streets in the future. in the past it was a wistful, romantic thought, being a nomad artist. but my experiences with street artists (including musicians) of late, mainly today as well, have shaken the nerve that dared to dream that. why is it that they always demand something of me? Don't take photos, Give me money. it's like saying Don't look, Don't appreciate, This is my world not yours.

i'm sorry, i thought art was a movement, not property.

and there i was thinking that this month would go a little slower.

each day didn't feel slow at all, although now as i compile the photos for this album and see the photo from march 1, it feels So Long Ago. like century ago. ages.

march was doubly packed because of The Saturday School, a programme conducted by the Wimbledon College of Art for prospective university students. with my experience there i think it's safe to say that i'm doing at least my foundation course in art with WCA. the AS Level art exam started this month too, which proved to be a struggle in the beginning. i think i'm on better ground now though, after 5 weeks of preparation. i'm really behind in prep work but the easter break should help me with that.

and last but not least: the return to film. i've been getting fragments of memory of what it was like to shoot with film. and last night, i brought back to life my dad's EOS 88. the first camera i ever used as a kid. i pressed the shutter release once, and watched as the curtain shut and opened again, like eyelids in movies. my jaw dropped. hahaha.

my photos are becoming more ordinary, i think.

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SEBASTIAN FAULKS / Birdsong

   
    He looked into the face of the man who stood in front of him and his fists went up from his sides like those of a farm boy about to fight.
    At some deep level, far below anything his exhausted mind could reach, the conflicts of his soul dragged through him like waves grating on the packed shingle of a beach. The sound of his life calling to him on a distant road; the faces of the men who had been slaughtered, the closed eyes of Michael Weir in his coffin; his scalding hatred of the enemy, of Max and all the men who had brought him to this moment; the flesh and love of Isabelle, and the eyes of her sister.
    Far beyond thought, the resolution came to him and he found his arms, still raised, begin to spread and open.
    Levi looked at this wild-eyed figure, half-demented, his brother’s killer. For no reason he could tell, he found that he had opened his own arms in turn, and the two men fell upon each other’s shoulders, weeping at the bitter strangeness of their human lives.

quotidie: remarkably ordinary (february)

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it's been snowing tonight, and will be snowing some more tomorrow and later on in the week ahead.

i like the bright night effect. i like how the air is still and feels so clean after snowfall. i like how the snow piles up on something in perfect shape. and there's the feeling of snow between my fingers, soft and delicate like powder.

it started snowing when we were on our way to mass at around 6:25pm. we hadn't brought hats or anything, so we had to walk in the snow from the car to the church doors. liana went absolutely crazy, laughing and skipping and delighting in this gentle frozen rain.

upon reaching home again after mass, i got my camera and she put a coat on and she slid around. this is her twirling.


this month was made of snow, deadlines, an important realization in perception and a whole new level of ordinariness.

tonight i realize how significant each piece of this project is, each month changing the face of it. how will this month's photos contrast the next? how will it connect? does it mark the beginning of a trend, or an end of one?


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Sir Ken Robinson: Do schools kill creativity?

so i'm three years late. but better to have found it now than never.

in light pursuit of inspiration for my art exam that's starting next week, i found this. what an amazing find.

i read some of the comments on the site where the video was originally posted, and experienced great realization.

can you imagine that this whole world we live in is in conflict just exactly as much as it has repressed creativity?

quotidie: remarkably ordinary (pilot week)

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pilot week
day 1

our aunt's house didn't have a Christmas tree, so the Christmas tree decorations went onto the lamps instead.

this photo speaks of nothing extravagant of a day that is celebrated worldwide, prepared for for months, sung about for centuries. this photo isn't a massive Christmas tree, or a sumptuous dinner laid out on a table with candles.

but it does speak of an extravagant spirit. it speaks of grandeur in small packages. of makeshift homes and the heart over circumstance.

it speaks of the Light that came into the world on this day: grandeur that came down as a baby and a cold stable turned cozy by spirits of faith.

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quotidie: remarkably ordinary
this is the beginning of my photo project that officially starts in a week: 2009.
just a photo a day. the title of the project is enough to explain its purpose.
please pray for this, because it's not easy for me to produce a photograph that i like, let alone produce one each day.

the pilot week exists for a few reasons:
1. because i was quite terrified anticipating the first of january and the beginning of my lesson in discipline and commitment to a self-initiated project, and
2. because i was equally excited and could not wait to begin.



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