Monday, November 10, 2008
sometimes its all too much for me ....
Its monday and its very cold (duh !) BUT there is always hope. Just been for a cycle and now i feel better ! i am absolutely loving words at the moment , little snatches of them , on their own and sayings that i have overheard or snatched from an old book.
the above saying came to me like an arrow into my heart when I was leaving england to fly back to my home in Ireland , i was trying to get crumpets in the marks and spencers and say goodbye to my dear father and ... and ... you know , life , flying , dying , home , time , all those EPIC spaces are , sometimes all too much for me .
The symbolism of words though is a cool area to explore , because they can mean so many , many different things. Take Dearest , such a quaint yet passionate word , the most popular word to be inscibed into Victorian jewellary.Hope , well , thats my favourite word because we must hold on to it always , look at what it can achieve , yes we can! , go on you good thing mr president , all our hopes are with you .
Took a load of random shots of my studio space up in the attic (attic ... mad... woman in ... OMG !) and I am posting them up coz.. yes we can .