the drawing we do when woken at 7am is much lovelier than the drawings i am doing alone at 11pm.
michelle sent me back to my childhood on an unsuspecting afternoon in tokyo when the postman came with heavy envelopes full of old photos.gold. other photo is just a polaroid of a catalogue shooting we were helping our firend out with.hana lost her beloved storkmaiden massage doll on the same day and ive been trying to find it ever since.
the house is full of flowers. the woman at the local flower shop gave me this amazing bunch of pink roses.i was so happy.everytime i look at them they send pink through my body.they look home grown.so many petals on each.one dropped its head so i scattered the petals at the front door.on concrete.but wouldnt it be nice to have a garden of potpourri grounds.. until then, i tear my old roses up.
when i went to paris there was a cafe i photographed with old bevelled small mirrors on the wall behing the counter. the photo is on my dead computer but it was something like this.my ebay search is old mirror.they are so expensive.so annoying.