Seasonal Paranoia

Seasonal paranoia

A trait unique to the Middle East. 

Takes on a cyclical form that has no definite start and finish points but, that nevertheless, recurs several times a year with varying durations. 

Symptoms may vary. 

Nausea and anxiety are expected. 

Avoid excessive abuse of liquor despite urge. 

Do not exceed prescribed medication dose. 

Occasionally, might result in actual change in social and political conditions.

Rare. But does occur. 

Fingers crossed. Breath held in. 

Seems like we are experiencing the rare.

On a different note. 

I watched Love and Other Drugs two nights ago. 

I declared myself officially depressed when it ended. 

Call it a chick flick. Call me a sucker. 

I don't care. I stand by my choice. 

Some more work below.

Some more music on the side.

Details in the Fabric- Jason Mraz feat. Ben Howard

happiness and light

Words to the wise: 

Do not, I repeat, do not, wallpaper a 4m high wall when bored and restless on a saturday night. 

Revert to casual sex instead.

The adventures of an amateur furniture restorer continue. My hands hurt. My fingers bleed. I strip out of my clothes at night and crash from exhaustion, only to wake up in the morning and realize I had slept with paint splotches on my legs and arms. But I laugh. Oh, do I laugh.

I had a beautiful photoshoot in my house a couple of days ago. It's amazing how much more beautiful things can look through someone else's lens. The beauty is already there, all around you, but at times it's not that clear until someone frames it for you. I wish I could walk around with a set of 5D lenses and a lighting kit. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to have a looming, automatic and continuos photoshop render over your head either. 

Courtesy of David Habchy

Or maybe I just need to close my eyes, breathe, and then open my eyes again. That's it. Shift the attitude. Change the perspective. 

And smile

La vie est belle. 

round 2

perseverance is key
just know when to fold your cards and call it quits

I have written several blog entries as of late only to press the delete button and close my laptop shut. I believe I have done it quite so many times that even when I thought I had saved the last entry to actually publish it, I couldn't find it. I guess delete became quite automatic. How sad. Somehow, I always found a reason not to post. They didn't sound like good ones. Not even to my own ears. 

Self-censorship is the worst.


So some counter action is needed ~

I am starting to post some work up here. Furniture mainly, for now and later on to be followed by some film work that has proved quite successful this year. For once, I am quite proud of me. 

 

Vintage lamp shade

Whimsical bathroom cabinet

Water washed writing desk

Brass door knob on water washed writing desk

Vintage solid wood desk.... fit for a writer (yes, you can pretend!:) ) 

Stylized vintage mirror that has a voice of its own