Category Archives: Art

Tulip Field

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How’s it hanging, fine folks?

I’m once again posted up in a coffee shop trying to tackle the constant onslaught of school work. Hopefully your Saturday is a little bit more relaxed 🙂 I just wanted to briefly share this really awesome picture of a tulip field in Zhumadian, China (source: REUTERS/Stringer). At least some places it looks like Spring has arrived! I’ll try and touch back later.

Norway Photo Skills

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Hi Friends.

Happy Mondayyyy! I’m currently at the office rocking out to the Bloody Beetroots featuring Steve Aoki and Martin Garrix (hence the amped up level). Hopefully everyone’s weekend was good – I did some Holiday shopping at local bazaars, picked out a Christmas tree, attended a department Christmas party and saw a Led Zeppelin cover band (whose lead singer was female..?) amongst other things. Is anyone else feeling a bit weird about this weather? I didn’t even wear a coat while adventuring around Wickford Village on Saturday. Hello, December???

Anyway. Here are eight Norwegian photographers that Time recommended; they’re pretty darn cool, so you should check them out. Also, click here to see the pictures. Number 19 is pretty wild.

Les Artistes:
Jonas Bendiksen
Mathilde Pettersen
Anne-Stine Johnsbraten
Knut Egil Wang
Margaret M. De Lange
Terje Abusdal
Tomm W. Christiansen
Ivar Kvaal

Sorry folks, but that’s all I can afford for right now. Finals are creeping ever closer and I have oodles of work on top of that. Godspeed! xoxo

That Which We Call A Rose…

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Hello there, beautiful people.
In case you were wondering about the origin of the title:
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
    – William Shakespeare
It appears that I have a TON of pictures from my old phone scattered around my desktop right now, and I slowly want to integrate them into some lovely posts when the proper time arises. Two of them jumped out at me today, and so they are the chosen ones.
We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.
    – Abraham Lincoln (my favorite president)
As you may know, I am the proud owner of an Excalibur Dehydrator – she is a thing of beauty and I honestly don’t use her as much as I should… something I hope to change. I have made some killer chicken jerky in the past amongst other things, but the items I have been dehydrating most lately are flowers. Roses, in particular.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

        – Victor Hugo

I have the beginnings of a nice cacophony of flower colors for a beautiful potpourri, and it turns out the majority of them even retain their smell. Someday, I want to use the dried petals for rose tea, but I need to either grow my own flowers for that (another goal) or find a reputable supplier who doesn’t use pesticides. I’m not really interested in drinking nasty bug drugs, thank you very much.
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Aren’t they beautiful?! Who knew that receiving flowers as gifts could bring so much happiness, both during and after peak bloom. It’s all about the little things, people.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
      – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince
To stay in the spirit of roses, I compiled some quotes from a few of my favorite brains of the past that involve roses and embedded them throughout this post. If the names don’t spark recognition, I suggest you look into them. Enjoy!
But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
     – Anne Brontë
Until next time ❤
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Hey Babes!

I’m trying to find a cool use for my old perfume bottle, and while searching for inspiration I stumbled upon this post. It is by far one of the most crafty pieces I have come across in terms of re-purposing regular household goods. I highly recommend you check it out. Stay tuned because I have every intention of utilizing essentially all of the 51 ideas. Soooo crafty!

Anyway, enjoy the rest of your week! I’m off to the gym and then onward to NYC tomorrow for a few days. I’m sure I’ll come back with some fun stories/things to share.

Hugs and kisses,
Azure

Re-Purposing At It’s Finest

Perfectly Timed Photographs

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Look Pretty When You Go

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Howdy Darlings!

Just saying a quick hello – it’s member appreciation day today at LA Fitness… and considering The Power Bar is located within, we’re sort of obligated to participate. Which means we have killer deals, and that we get super busy, which in turn means that I basically have to work all day today. Woop (not).

I did however have Saturday off, which was nice. I’ve been eating a lot of good food with Max lately and spending a bunch of time outside in the sunshine, so life is good. I’ve got no complaints – hope you all are doing just as well!

To tide you over until I can actually create a nice original post, here’s an artist who honored dead animals by making them pretty death beds. I want to lie on a bed this nice when I finally kick the bucket, fyi.

Russian photographer Maria Ionova-Gribina’s unique but morbid Natura Morta project lets us look into the saddest part of nature’s cycle – death. In these beautiful photographs, the animals look like they’re sleeping peacefully, with birds dreaming of flight and rabbits of running. The photographer reveals how this idea of honoring dead animals came to her:

“When me and my brother found a dead mole, bird or bug we buried them on the border of a forest. And we decorated the grave with flowers and stones.” She decided to continue the tradition while also taking beautiful photographs of animals that died naturally or after accidents with cars. The flowers used in these photos were gathered near the animals and in the photographer’s  garden.

Source: Website (h/t: thisisnthappiness)

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