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May 3, 2012

Japanomania

by Katyslany

April 29, 2012

truths

by Katyslany

April 27, 2012

nutmeg and ginger

by Katyslany

nutmeg and ginger

you know what i mean?

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April 27, 2012

magic on the ceiling

by Katyslany

magic on the ceiling

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April 27, 2012

Sugar

by Katyslany

Sugar

humility.

Do you know what that is, sweet pea? To be humble? The word comes from the Latin words humilis and humus. To be down low. To be of the earth. To be on the ground.

 

 

April 24, 2012

Dwellings

by Katyslany

Dwellings

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April 23, 2012

We could have a flying ocelot

by Katyslany

We cold have a flying ocelot

April 20, 2012

Faeries

by Katyslany

April 8, 2012

easter bjork

by Katyslany

April 8, 2012

Pip and Pop

by Katyslany

April 6, 2012

L’encoconagge

by Katyslany

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THERE THEY ARE. THE MOONS YOUNG TRYING THEIR WINGS BETWEEN THE TREES.

April 2, 2012

Technicians of the Sacred

by Katyslany

April 2, 2012

Ma ma magnolia

by Katyslany

April 1, 2012

Prussia Cove in my bones

by Katyslany

Working on a video piece to project onto my body. I went to film the sea and this is what I found:

March 31, 2012

What Would Weetzie Bat Listen To?

by Katyslany

WWWBLT?: What Would Weetzie Bat Listen To?.

March 31, 2012

Be a GOON

by Katyslany

 

shake yo head until your bun falls out!

March 28, 2012

Valtari- Sigur Ros

by Katyslany

Magical new music

http://www.sigur-ros.co.uk/Image

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March 18, 2012

Treasure

by Katyslany

Remembering to find roses attached to thorns, these are the tlinkets that keep me here: a dawg to sit,copious cabbage, baby heartbeats, reunion with my I Ching, this mysterious book “Technicians of the Sacred” which wouldn’t let me not buy it, sweet thin skinned lemons, grocery shopping with Mama, PORTLANDIA,drawing again,

 

 

 

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March 16, 2012

This will be our bed

by Katyslany

This will be our bed

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March 16, 2012

LEt it Bleed

by Katyslany

LEt it Bleed

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March 15, 2012

Sparklezz

by Katyslany

We need to do this on all our furniture:

http://jinx-in-the-sky.blogspot.co.nz/2012/03/diy-glitter-desk.html

March 14, 2012

Dear Jack

by Katyslany

Happy Birthday

“When I die I’ll be a shroud swimming in the Parade on the River, with skinny white arms and Lotus-Eyes, and that will be that, at night.”

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“It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds.

But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all.

It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect.”

March 13, 2012

beautiful things

by Katyslany

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I.
I like old sunflowers
who no longer bend themselves up to face the sky—
sunflowers for whom
the earth is bright enough.

II.

She danced me to the edge of the cliff
Broke my heart into a thousand birds
And then leaping off without a word
She taught them to fly.

III.

The first well
was formed by the tears
of those who could not find
the first well.

IV.

When dreamers meet,
there’s no need to wake up words.
They place their voice-instruments down—
and let their heart strings strum.

March 12, 2012

Movement and Joy

by Katyslany

March 12, 2012

Ohno Says

by Katyslany

Today we learn how to stand walk run twist.

The body doesn’t exist until we create it. What will we create with our bodies?

Before we begin everyone rolls around on the floor stretchy stretchy, purple crushed velvet, bare toes and piled hair.

Then we pray with a rose listening to operatic Amazing Grace.

I think of you and have tears.

He says, You have everything you need in your body, always remember within you there is life and death, dance like you are dead, dance like you are in the womb. In between both you are alive.

He says learn emptiness. Without Emptiness we can never be peaceful.

We learn how to make friends with our space, to use it as a canvas,  when you look at space it will be happy to be seen as something beautiful.

A dancer’s job is to make space beautiful.

Butoh dancer’s have eyes everywhere, but the most important is on their back.

Create your own back expression, create your own attractive back.

We move through the space, making friends with the space, move slowly , move with intention, and emotion.

He gives us tiny candies and raw silk.

My body is happy, it stretches and opens and I stand on one leg stretched out like a bird thing. I listen to my bones and my organs. And I am happy. Happy and so inspired.

March 6, 2012

by Katyslany

March 5, 2012

by Katyslany

March 2, 2012

It’s imagination time!!

by Katyslany

February 28, 2012

Nuhts for you

by Katyslany

February 28, 2012

Wedding Boots

by Katyslany

February 27, 2012

New Regin-uh!

by Katyslany

http://reginaspektor.com/

February 25, 2012

by Katyslany

February 25, 2012

Hippocampe by Anna Wili-Highfield

by Katyslany

February 25, 2012

Kazuo Ohno

by Katyslany

The courage to float is because life and death are lined up
back to back… Within the vast cosmos and all that is
related to it, you are playing hopscotch.

Knees. Are you taking care of your knees or not? Are you taking
care of your joints or not? The heart also had joints, it didn’t just
push with rhythm. The heart also had joints. The heart’s rhythm
changes moment by momentWhilst your dance may not be recognized now, if someone in 1,000 or
10,000 years were to acknowledge it, then it will have been born. But if
your dance is forever unrelated to anyone, it is useless.

February 24, 2012

The power of forgetting a piñata

by Katyslany

Peter Pan’s Shadow articulates and moves, breaking open.
The orange cape avoiding shame.
Share something like a piñata together violently in love.
They make it to the cheap streets in tiny pieces.
Peter Pan’s shadow will tell me something random one day and the orange cape will float in a dream and ask me to find a smile somewhere over there.
They fall into the glorious place and share something.
But nothing too.

February 22, 2012

Henry’s Miller’s Commandments

by Katyslany

COMMANDMENTS
1. Work on one thing at a time until finished.
2. Start no more new books, add no more new material to ‘Black Spring.’
3. Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand.
4. Work according to Program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed time!
5. When you can’t create you can work.
6. Cement a little every day, rather than add new fertilizers.
7. Keep human! See people, go places, drink if you feel like it.
8. Don’t be a draught-horse! Work with pleasure only.
9. Discard the Program when you feel like it—but go back to it next day. Concentrate. Narrow down. Exclude.
10. Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing.
11. Write first and always. Painting, music, friends, cinema, all these come afterwards.
Under a part titled Daily Program, his routine also featured the following wonderful blueprint for productivity, inspiration, and mental health:
MORNINGS:
If groggy, type notes and allocate, as stimulus.
If in fine fettle, write.
AFTERNOONS:
Work of section in hand, following plan of section scrupulously. No intrusions, no diversions. Write to finish one section at a time, for good and all.
EVENINGS:
See friends. Read in cafés.
Explore unfamiliar sections — on foot if wet, on bicycle if dry.
Write, if in mood, but only on Minor program.
Paint if empty or tired.
Make Notes. Make Charts, Plans. Make corrections of MS.
Note: Allow sufficient time during daylight to make an occasional visit to museums or an occasional sketch or an occasional bike ride. Sketch in cafés and trains and streets. Cut the movies! Library for references once a week.

February 22, 2012

by Katyslany

who knows if the moon’s
a balloon, coming out of a keen city
in the sky–filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it, if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited, where

always
it’s
spring) and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves.
~ e.e. cummings

February 22, 2012

by Katyslany

February 20, 2012

Homoluminous

by Katyslany

February 19, 2012

We need these in our house

by Katyslany

http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/hidden-animal-teacups

February 18, 2012

the manifesto of encouragement

by Katyslany

the manifesto of encouragement

right now:

There are Tibetan Buddhist monks in a temple in the Himalayas endlessly reciting mantras for the cessation of your suffering and for the flourishing of your happiness.

Someone you haven’t met yet is already dreaming of adoring you.

Someone is writing a book that you will read in the next two years that will change how you look at life.

Nuns in the Alps are in endless vigil, praying for the Holy Spirit to alight the hearts of all of God’s children.

A farmer is looking at his organic crops and whispering, “nourish them.”

Someone wants to kiss you, to hold you, to make tea for you. Someone is willing to lend you money, wants to know what your favourite food is, and treat you to a movie. Someone in your orbit has something immensely valuable to give you — for free.

Something is being invented this year that will change how your generation lives, communicates, heals and passes on.

The next great song is being rehearsed.

Thousands of people are in yoga classes right now intentionally sending light out from their heart chakras and wrapping it around the earth.

Millions of children are assuming that everything is amazing and will always be that way.

Someone is in profound pain, and a few months from now, they’ll be thriving like never before. They just can’t see it from where they’re at.

Someone who is craving to be partnered, to be acknowledged, to ARRIVE, will get precisely what they want — and even more. And because that gift will be so fantastical in it’s reach and sweetness, it will quite magically alter their memory of angsty longing and render it all “So worth the wait.

Someone has recently cracked open their joyous, genuine nature because they did the hard work of hauling years of oppression off of their psyche — this luminous juju is floating in the ether, and is accessible to you.

Someone just this second wished for world peace, in earnest.

Someone is fighting the fight so that you don’t have to.

Some civil servant is making sure that you get your mail, and your garbage is picked up, that the trains are running on time, and that you are generally safe.Someone is dedicating their days to protecting your civil liberties and clean drinking water.

Someone is regaining their sanity. Someone is coming back from the dead. Someone is genuinely forgiving the seemingly unforgivable. Someone is curing the incurable.

You. Me. Some. One. Now.

 

Thanks Danielle Laporte:

http://www.daniellelaporte.com/white-hot/the-manifesto-of-encouragement/

February 18, 2012

by Katyslany

Did you know:

That the word for having sex in the Inuit language is “Laughing together in bed.”

Sweet sweet laughter.

February 17, 2012

PSR

by Katyslany

February 16, 2012

dance dance revolution

by Katyslany

http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/dancers-among-us-21-photos

February 15, 2012

Honey Face

by Katyslany

 

February 14, 2012

Desktop Love

by Katyslany

I’m going to do this to make my desktop a better place to be.

You should too!

http://colormekatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/desktop-fun.html

January 29, 2012

morning coffee with the bees

by Katyslany

SO LOVELY

January 24, 2012

I want to make shit with you

by Katyslany

http://zero1magazine.com/article/confetti-system-2/

January 23, 2012

Mm beauty

by Katyslany

Listen, Such Loveliness:

http://www.vieuxfarkatoure.com/

January 20, 2012

Coffeeland!

by Katyslany