Jenny Mendes

Sometimes a good Norwegian detective novel is just the thing for winter listening.. I'm on my third.... :)

"Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time."

Last summer I saw a wonderful exhibition of Bhupen Khakhar at the Tate when I was in London. I went to see the Georgia O'Keefe exhibit which was incredible, but the highlight of the visit was being introduced Khakhar's work.  I wasn't sure if I had seen it before though it felt so very familiar.... Seeing his work for the first time felt like meeting an old friend.  So wonderful!

Quiet friend who has come so far Rilke Favorites Part Two, Sonnet XXIX Quiet friend who has come so far, feel how your breathing makes more space around you. Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring, what batters you becomes your strength. Move back and forth into the change. What is it like, such intensity of pain? If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine. In this uncontainable night, be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses, the meaning discovered there. And if the world has ceased to hear you, say to the silent Earth: I flow. To the rushing water, speak: I am.

Orquesta de las Calles - Oaxaca from Shane Darwent on Vimeo .

My father is an international potter too!  Here is an example of one of his cups that is now living in Kathmandu!!.... he has been making pots ever since I started taking pottery classes in college.  I'd say we've both been at it about the same amount of time....His claim to fame is that he has given all of his pottery away to friends and family and anyone who liked it for free!

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son And where have you been, my darling young one I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son And what did you see, my darling young one I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin' I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a ha

made it to the post office to mail off packages but barely... we've gotten over 20 inches of snow since yesterday. my sale is still going on through Monday direct link below! www.jennymendes.etsy.com Claude in the show! so, all snowed in and what to do?  make some birds perhaps?

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»  "Onto a Vast Plain" You are not surprised at the force of the storm— you have seen it growing. The trees flee. Their flight sets the boulevards streaming. And you know: he whom they flee is the one you move toward. All your senses sing him, as you stand at the window. The weeks stood still in summer. The trees' blood rose. Now you feel it wants to sink back into the source of everything. You thought you could trust that power when you plucked the fruit: now it becomes a riddle again and you again a stranger. Summer was like your house: you know where each thing stood. Now you must go out into your heart as onto a vast plain. Now the immense loneliness begins. The days go numb, the wind sucks the world from your senses like withered leaves. Through the empty branches the sky remains. It is what you have. Be earth now, and evensong. Be the ground lying under that sky. Be modest now, like a thing ripened until it is real, so that he who began it all can fe

The work that reconnects from Pat van Boeckel on Vimeo .