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March 5, 2013

YES

by Emma

opium robot

taken through a waterfall..

Amanda Charchian
amandacharchian.com

 

March 5, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 21

by Emma

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Emma. Day Twenty-One.

March 4, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 20

by Emma

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Emma. Day Twenty.

March 3, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 19

by Emma

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Emma. Enoki.

March 2, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 18

by Emma

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Emma.

what is the tiny magic everyday project?

March 1, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 17

by Emma

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Emma.

February 28, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 16

by Emma

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Emma. ❤

(words- anais)

February 27, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 15

by Emma

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Emma.

February 26, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 14

by Emma

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Emma. on the way to the studio. sand treasure.

February 25, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 13

by Emma

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Thirteen. Emma.

February 24, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 12

by Emma

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Moonsong. Emma.

February 23, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 11

by Emma

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He had that dark, middle-eastern kind of beauty, strong brow and eyelashes that trailed lightly on the ground behind him as he walked away from me down the silver sand path.

Emma.

February 22, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 10

by Emma

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Day Ten. Emma.

February 21, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 9

by Emma

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Day Nine. Emma.

February 20, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 8

by Emma

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Emma Gini envelope poems

Day Eight. Emma.

what is the tiny magic project?

February 19, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 7

by Emma

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Day Seven. Emma.

very very tiny.

February 18, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 6

by Emma

EmmaGini

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Day Six. Emma.
tiny silk purse for tiny things.

February 17, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 5

by Emma

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Day Five. Emma.

February 16, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 4

by Emma

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Day Four. Emma.

February 15, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 3

by Emma

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Day 3. Emma.

February 14, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 2

by Emma

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Day Two. Emma.
it’s big, 3×4 feet or so.

February 13, 2013

Tiny Magic Everyday: 1

by Emma

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Day One. Emma.

what is the tinymagic project?

February 13, 2013

The Tiny Magic Everyday Project

by Emma

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Once upon a time we were young and small with turned-up noses and huge eyes, and all the world was wild and beautiful, and we felt very big and very small. But when our hands were woven together we felt just the right size.

We had each flown across the great Atlantic on albatross wings in search of our magic powers and potions to calm our tiny storms. Katy found herself at The Narrowing of the River; Emma in The Brick Kingdom; both of us hungry-hearted with molten eyes and packs on our backs. Our mission was huge and our size was so small, and as the weeks and months passed, we slowly shrunk more and more until we felt like sea horses – our tails curling and winding around, looking for a blade of sea grass, a sprout of magic, or a golden thread to anchor to, to lead us back to eachother.

Although we couldn’t see it, spring was on the horizon and would bring our fated reunion – spotting each others’ faces across Paddington Station, boarding a runaway train to the Cornish isles. So, to count down the days and to keep ourselves brave, we did the only thing we knew.

With distance as our canvas and longing as our ink, we set about making tiny drawings. One for each day – a parade to keep us company. Sending out small tendrils towards each other, to meet in the cosmos and weave our delirious storm.

Now, six years later and apart again, we’re still held in the tapestry of those threads, which have grown thick like banyan tree roots. For the next 40 days, we’ll be dancing our storm – together + apart – creating tiny magic everyday that will live here on the island of Salastia.

We invite you to join us, we’d love to see your weavings too. Words, art, dances, music – whatever it is. ❤

Love, Emma + Katy

you can follow Salastia & this project on facebook too: facebook.com/Salastia

February 5, 2013

“Don’t give it to any girl but me.”

by Emma

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robert mapplethorpe and the jewelry he made. x.

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“We wanted, it seemed, what we already had, a lover and a friend to create with, side by side. To be loyal, yet free.” -Patti Smith, Just Kids

February 4, 2013

SWOON: Miss Rockaway Armada, the Swimming Cities of the Switchback Sea and Serenissima, and The Clutchess of Cuckoo

by Emma

 

Artist Swoon made amazing rafts out of nyc junk and sailed them around and crashed the Venice Biennale and stuff. magic. ❤
 
January 19, 2013

Debussy plays Debussy

by Emma

January 14, 2013

things i didn’t know i was missing out on: Easter Bonnets

by Emma

Easter Bonnet pageant participant

January 5, 2013

universe of milk and ember, your hot kiss in mid December

by Emma

January 5, 2013

all the places we could sleep II

by Emma

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December 27, 2012

i made this for you

by Emma

cloudweaves

small quiet drawings in the night time while the desert whispers at my back

❤ emmagini

December 27, 2012

eye fishes

by Emma

“The clear liquid in our eyes is seawater and therefore there are fish in our eyes, seawater being the natural medium of fish. Since blue and green are the colours of the richest seawater, blue and green eyes are the fishiest. Dark eyes are somewhat less fecund and albino eyes are nearly fishless, sadly so. But the quantity of fish in an eye means nothing. A single tigerfish can be as beautiful, as powerful, as an entire school of seafaring tuna. That science has never observed ocular fish does nothing to refute my theory; on the contrary, it emphasizes the key hypothesis, which is: love is the food of eye fish and only love will bring them out. So to look closely into someone’s eyes with cold, empirical interest is like the rude tap-tap of a finder on an aquarium, which only makes the fish flee. In a similar vein, when I took to looking at myself closely in mirrors during the turmoil of adolescence, the fact that I saw nothing in my eyes, not even the smallest guppy or tadpole, said something about my unhappiness and lack of faith in myself at the time.

…I no longer believe in eye fish in fact, but still do in metaphor. In the passion of an embrace, when breath, the wind, is at its loudest and skin at its saltiest, I still nearly think that I could stop things and hear, feel, the rolling of the sea. I am still nearly convinced that, when my love and I kiss, we will be blessed with the sight of angelfish and sea-horses rising to the surface of our eyes, these fish being the surest proof of our love. In spite of everything, I sill profoundly believe that love is something oceanic.”

― Yann Martel, Self

December 25, 2012

<3

by Emma

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A little phone drawing I made to wish you all a joyful year ahead. Here’s to peace, love and snow angels. Xo

December 25, 2012

octopuss headress and snail friends.

by Emma

November 25, 2012

if you were a mermaid, i was the sea

by Emma

November 25, 2012

like light and cloudshadows

by Emma

“How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

So you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloudshadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any miseries, or any depressions? For after all, you do not know what work these conditions are doing inside you.” 
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

November 12, 2012

Fairy tale about a girl who became a tree in order to lay to rest the birds inside her.

by Emma

laura makabresku

November 8, 2012

you are the poet, you walk inside my dreams

by Emma

Robert Moses Joyce on flickr omgg

November 5, 2012

by Emma

ohh.

November 3, 2012

Monette & Mady

by Emma

Maja Daniels: “…Monette and Mady are identical twins. They have lived their whole life closely together and are, as they say, inseparable.

I first saw them on the streets of Paris and I was instantly fascinated by their identical outfits and synchronized corporal language. Quirky and beautiful, they stood out from any crowd. As I couldn’t quite believe my eyes, I remember thinking that they might not be real.
When I approached them I was not surprised to discover that they often finish each other’s sentences and that they refer to themselves as « I » instead of « we ».

Neither Mady nor Monette have married or had children and they always eat the same kind of food in identical portions.
They do not just share a close relationship as sisters; as a couple they act, model and dance together and the city of Paris is their main stage.
If they ever go out dressed in different outfits, people stop and ask why they argue.
When I first spotted the sisters, I wasn’t quite sure that they were real… the dreamy atmosphere is a bit like a mirage that reflects my initial impression of them.
Sometimes Monette and Mady don’t quite understand why I want to document their everyday life. It is an interesting challenge for me to make them see how fascinated I am by this symbiotic existence that is so natural to them.

Mady and Monette are indifferent to the many stereotypes that are related to aging. They have in fact long stopped celebrating their birthdays and they defy any preconceived notions related to growing old.

This series is an intimate journal of their togetherness…”

November 3, 2012

I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds

by Emma

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amanda charchian

November 1, 2012

BANG

by Emma

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/52089124″>THE DUEL</a> from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/letslikelike”>Like Like</a> on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

November 1, 2012

A marvel light, a daze of gold, tears of a grass widow

by Emma

November 1, 2012

Glitter

by Emma

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/10105181″>Glitter</a&gt; from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/user3349270″>Monica Bill Barnes</a> on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

October 27, 2012

Pinata

by Emma

 

October 23, 2012

I love your silences, they are like mine

by Emma

Anaïs reads Under a Glass Bell
so amazing to hear her words in her voice.

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October 15, 2012

by Emma

 

September 28, 2012

Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it’s only because in my dream I’m a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands

by Emma

new series by gorka postigo

September 24, 2012

I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.

by Emma

September 24, 2012

Oh

by Emma

EugenieOh.com

September 24, 2012

Prom Night – Celia Rowlson-Hall

by Emma

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/35021519″>PROM NIGHT</a> from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/crh”>celia rowlson-hall</a> on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

woah!: http://vimeo.com/crh/videos