moments

 

Sosketchlovemetimes, it’s more than a meeting of minds.

Bodies touching.

A moment.

Precious.

Entirely on its own.

Stands up to the blistering light.

Interrogated.

The humming of the night hushes the blemishes left by words that cannot be spoken.

Postponed for another time.

Hopeful.

We return to the spot.

the deal

Nothing beats the discovery of love in tree houses.
With birds chirping all around, loud enough to muffle the sounds
that we shouldn’t be making in the first place.
We imagine ourselves in that other city,
In another world another time where no one knows who we are and
where we’ve been
Avenues lined with palm trees,
We walk hand in hand
Far from a life punctuated with uncertainty.
Nothing beats the feeling of stolen moments
Whispers in the dark, secrets sworn
Happy in the knowledge that we’re each other’s One.
With the prospect of marriage looming happily in our horizons
Mirages of a life we’ve been dreaming of for so long.
Well, that’s how we hope it is going to be.
He never escapes my imagination and I his.
He is presence and I am reality.

the fly life

right now,
i wish i was a fly on a wall
on the sunny side of this building.
catching a tan;
or whatever it is flies do on walls
i’d sit and listen.
pick up dirty bits;
and hope no one swats me dead.
i’d move with the sun
as the day progresses
the fly life..
aah…

 

design: creation

There’s nothing that fascinates me more than the creative process… especially of art forms other than writing (I like to believe that I am a writer, you see)…

I came across this video of Mike Harrison, graphic designer and illustrator, based in London. in this clip, he gives a tutorial of his work for the Fotolia TEN collection using Adope Photoshop and Illustrator… some amazing stuff! What’s special about the Fotolia TEN Collection is ‘that people can download the full PSD free of charge for 24 hours allowing them to discover techniques, tips and tricks from the artist.’ Check the work out on Mike’s website. Actually before you do that, here are some images of Mike’s work from this collection:

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This process of creation reminds me of Marian Bantjes’ film I saw during the 2013 Design Indaba Film Fest.. I had the pleasure of interviewing Marian… very humbling experience… her process of creation – beautifully intricate.. For once, I have no words to describe… Have a look at this snippet of her TED talk – here she talks about her work and how she aims to create work that incorporates make HERSELF AND the CLIENT happy. Definitely a space worth aspiring to.

Here are some samples of her work:

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my hiding place, i fear i will forget you

I fear that I will forget you;

My hiding place.

Memories, memories.

When the heaviness lifts,

that moment is magic.

The past, present and future converging.

Free, light.

 

I stretch my face towards the sun,

smells of Bombay buzzing

all around me.

I listen to the troubled murmurs of my heart,

like children playing outside.

Dancing seems natural.

 

I fear that I will forget you;

My hiding place.

Memories, memories.

When the heaviness lifts,

that moment is magic.

The past, present and future converging.

Fear, flight.

 

I plead.

Gasping for air.

Somewhere in the middle,

The questioning looks.

Scraping a crayon with a coin;

shedding uselessness.

I am stuck.

 

I fear that I will forget you;

My hiding place.

Memories, memories.

When the heaviness lifts,

that moment is magic.

The past, present and future converging.

Free, light.

 

Flesh is locked.

I thought worship was freedom

out of loneliness.

To survive is to hustle.

Guilty faith.

Beat this moment,

Bring your hope into a hopeful situation.

Rush through days, galaxies.

Scrape the moon.

Stop wondering.
 

I fear that I will forget you;

My hiding place.

Memories, memories.

When the heaviness lifts,

that moment is magic.

The past, present and future converging.

Fear, flight.

 

Landing on the floor with a thud.

There is no need for words.

Night and day just never meet.

With nothing on my mind;

Nor desires for crazy fares.

I reach the sacred space.

Happiness in sorrow would be bearable.

 

I fear that I will forget you;

My hiding place.

Memories, memories.

When the heaviness lifts,

that moment is magic.

The past, present and future converging.

Free, light.