Monday, February 28, 2011

funnin yuh.

Something interesting is. I used to want to be a wallpaper designer. I would draw samples on paper ALL THE TIME. And NO I didn’t want to be an artist. I wanted my drawings to become wallpaper. Pah. Despite my parents extreme encouragement (not just in this; theyre not crazy), it seems i have forsaken this dream. eh. Other people are good at it.

look. i dont care if this one isnt a wall.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

CoCo Nutt

Right now, here in Salt Lake... it seems that the sun never ceases to sign on Sunday. Ironic.

Right now the sun is shining it's golden sparkles over the large ridge of mountains surrounding the valley in which I live. Though it is cold and icy out... I swear I can almost feel the translucent yellow light seeping its way inside of me.

Right now, I am happy.

May your eyes enjoy the acrylic likings of Ashley Addair .....another sunny part of my sabbath.
Look on.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

turning world

The child like amusement that I felt when discovering droog (Amsterdam based company with a focus on minimalistic yet artistic design of accessories, lighting, furniture and studio work that change your experience of daily life) this weekend was very similar to the glee one might encounter when findng a twenty dollar bill in their robe pocket. I would know. It happened last week. Thank you embarrassingly pink girl robe from Tammy. Their products tag the hype of 'going green' with an intense paradigm shift in approach. Each project is based on the reuse of raw materials to create functional yet creatively inspiring ever day objects. Droog has successfully covered the idea of 'getting back to the basics,' in an avant garde cloak. These aesthetically pleasing products are so abstractly simple they will have you slapping yourself for not thinking of the same thing ten years ago.

It's time to go do twin things and Etsy things.

log table chair

my new house

High chairs that grow with yer children

Monday, February 21, 2011

rock is dirty.

I have a thing where I am mediocre (at best) at everything I enjoy (not melodramatic). I like musical things, art things, paint things, photography things, craft things, waking up early things, being productive things, exercising things, eating things, sitting things, etc. And as previously mentioned, I am less than talented at most of these things. I don’t know if it is better or worse that I constantly look at the products of people who are talented in these areas.

Also I don’t care if it is better or worse. Sure I am more often reminded of my sad state but at least get to take part in them AT ALL. Whatevs. Dumb thinking. Anyway, I am relishing in the good and bad of this syndrome especially this month, this fashion month. Too many things I love. Freaking about too many things. Gnar things.

One of the things:

Stevan Alan Fall 2011

I dont know why i like this even though it looks like something American Eagle could make. Sorry. I guess American Eagle is just whats cool these days. But really, I like it.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


Today... everything is pretty.

Yes. A half broken glass bottle laying on the side of the road with the light hitting it just right... was pretty.

Yes. The stormy sky filled with angry power that in some way was still placid and serene...
was pretty.

Yes. The way the water hit the ground with forceful splashes right before the clouds broke... reminding us there is a higher power... was pretty.

Yes. Two homeless men walking up the street arm in one supported the other limping man.... was pretty.

Yes. The life story told by the wrinkled around the eyes of a charming and weathered englishmen... was pretty.

Yes. The mess of macaroni and cheese made by three five year old boys at work who giggled profusely every time I walked by... and looked at me across the room with anticipating eyes simply to see if I would wave... was pretty.

Yes. The way vision through my tired eyes blurred the headlights of surrounding cars into a romantic contrast of yellow light... was pretty.

Yes. The laugh of a friend that was so loud and so genuine that it startled my reflective state... was pretty.

Yes. The not so average averageness of February 18th.... was pretty.

Yes. Incase your February 18th didn't house enough prettiness... I've collected you some....
Look on.

Today... Everything is pretty.