Tag Archives: Steampunk

Caravansary ~ 2014

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My third burn. Moments in photography 🙂

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Playa time

Photos worth a thousand words. That sense of freedom, of expression, anonymity and yet community.

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Evolve!

It’s dusty, it’s dry, hot, cold, it’s full of love, and we keep coming back to what we make into and love to call ‘home’.

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The Fire Conclave

‘Welcome Home!’ is my favorite greetings of all! It can do magic.

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Welcome Home!

One big candle for gathering us home year after year, a happy new burn!

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Happy New Year!

And a desert flower, sending love.

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Desert Flower

Namaste

Rêverie: the dreamy letters

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Flowers, Dried Flowers,

Blue Flowers or Home

 

Earlier this evening, in one of our conversations, my mother mentioned a couple of letters that I  had once written her. We often wrote letters to our beloveds, a tradition we love keeping. She left me alone in her kitchen, making hot drinks, chamomile for her, a rose infusion for me, came back into the room and handed me a few folded pages. As I gently unfolded the papers, and as the lines appeared written in dreamy letters, all of which I recognize too well, their curves, their openings, and closures, I could smell the dried flowers still in between the folded papers. One of the letters dated 1995, and the other 2003, I wrote the first one when I was 15, and the other when I was 23. The black ink, romantic characters and words carried me into a swoon of a teenager’s expressions and impressions, the fire that burns ablaze in those words burns brighter and still in my heart, and this life has started to make some sense now again. The dreams my sight beheld on those papers, and to my utter relief and belief, have crossed my blessed path, at a time, that not only have I learned it is the divine timing, but I also developed a strong belief and will for it. The furious love, the passionate love inside me kicked into my system, I realize that I have gratefully come to terms with yet another cycle.

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I am a strange machine

 After having been infatuated by the beauty of my dark pensées, over our humanity or lack of it thereof, camouflaged identities, false dreams and convictions, artificial actions and reactions leading to artificial lives based on smothered sensitivity and mind tricks, the nuances between the mind that exists within the heart of the all, and the other varieties of the mind, like the one that is directly linked to one’s identity, which is in turn connected to society, and of course influences, and such human salvation and damnation. It can be fun, if you get what I mean, the exploration, the knowledge thus the expansion that follows, mind, heart, body, one expanded faculty is enough to trigger one and even the two others. But the question that keeps popping out is ‘How did I get here, to this edge and I want to jump, find my dive into it, face it, see what more mysteries time unfolds.’ That’s a mind trick, you’re probably right. Still, some questions come with answers to them, and that makes it impossible to lay them to rest, if only out of our slutty egos, some questions, we just have to answer, having a variety of logical, psychological, intellectual, or from life-experience related-facts answers makes it even the more appealing, we want to try this one out, or the other, see what makes wiser sense, see if we can understand human behavior possibly any further, not to understand our selves, at all, no, that is an inside job don’t we all agree to that by now. We try to further our understanding in human behavior to simply be able to identify.

Of which our endless search for gods and deities, and places in time and space.

Time Traveler Bohemian

༺ We are all time travelers ༻

‘I am a strange machine. I travel in different weathers, dusty, dreamy, rainy, or flowery. I travel in different times. Immersed in time, I come to love myself and all other beings, to express loving-kindness, to a neutral attitude, and to a respect of the All, and to the will and the state of events and beings, in and around me.’ This is what these letters whispered, as I breathed in and locked the scent of the dried flowers.

My mother’s musical words expressing the last of her sweet thoughts for the night call me out of my rêverie. I delicately fold the papers as when given to me, and as I hand them over to my mother, I couldn’t help but give her a smile and a nod, I might have bitten my lip a little too. I am satisfied. Thank you Beloved. Only then did it dawn on me how golden some moments are. And how insignificant other moments are, merely wasted on not being golden.

I could tell you more, but then…

Namasté

Steampunk Romance

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Headdress, Burning Man

My headdresses collection

I have a thing for time traveling. And romance. Here are a few items I made on wintery nights early in 2013, thought of sharing it now, since it’s been brought to my attention that they’ve been of considerable inspiration to artists around me. Namaste 🙂

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This one’s got playa dust in it 😉

Steampunk Romance ~ The Dollhouse

So I went to New Orleans

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The Mississippi… only a few steps ahead.

The city with the most haunted houses, ghost stories, legendary rivers, hop on & off cars, mysterious world of the undead, and also the cities of the dead, vampires’ cradle, Anne Rice‘s home, Jazz, music, bands, antiques, movie-making, NOLA ranks 3rd city in the US -after Los Angeles and New York City, also the birthplace of Cuffs and Buttons, also known as Southern Comfort… a place where the tragedy ran deep, the city burned twice, and suffered much damage after Hurricane Katerina, but can still sweep you off your feet. I want to stay there forever. New Orleans, a place where mostly the magic runs deep. I want to stay there forever 🙂

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‘Star whisperers’

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Those timeless buildings, built, burned, built again, destroyed by the storm, rising from their own ashes, yet another time.

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The rumour is true; Café du Monde makes the best Baignets!

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The Bayou

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Jeanne d’Arc, the Maid of New Orleans.

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The Bayou

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Baby-gator, the bayou.

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Art by Crescent City Skull Club

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At the bayou, I met those mysterious trees…

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The view from room 616.

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“Don’t you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn’t just an hour – but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands – and who knows what to do with it?” Tennessee Williams, a streetcar named Desire.

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Trinity

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Certainly some wine and some ink too.

Directions: There is no West, East, North, or South in New Orleans. We head uptown, downtown, lakeside and riverside. And anywhere the music is.

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And also got bourbon faced on shit street.. 🙂

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Ghost hunting.

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`And there’s something more…I miss the one I care for more than I miss New Orleans.`~ Louis Armstrong

Mardi Gras

Mixed with the true spirit of Mardi Gras!

Bacchanal, New Orleans

Bacchanal, New Orleans

Steampunk Clock

I have a thing for steampunk 🙂

Timeless pharmacy

Timeless pharmacy

Timeless pharmacy

Timeless pharmacy

Morning walk on First Street

Morning walk on First Street

New Orleans, Louisiana

Anne Rice's previous home.

1239, a visit to Anne Rice’s previous home.