I put up a bunch of new items in the shop and discovered a new poem.
Us in its silence, the supreme sereneAleister Crowley
Let me repeat: "not in love, or faith, or hope is hidden/The drug that heals my life" and then, "all things lawful, and all things forbidden/Alike disclose no pearl upon the midden,/Offer no key to unlock the gate of Hell." Neither in love, hope, faith nor in vice is there an ultimate salvation or damnation.
Thus an immortal soul can feel trapped in eternity, because "There is no escape from the eternal round."
Because there is no black and white, no heaven and hell, just mixtures of grey,
of pleasure and pain in this universe. And in us, as we are the universe : "For its own horror of itself creates/Malignant fate from all benignant fates,"
because existence is made of our own spirit stuff, the snake eating its own tail, re-incarnation, eternal dying and rebirthing of only itself.
This poem made me remember how my mind expanded to encompass a very vast sense of all things, back in my college buddhist days. And as practical and secular as I feel myself to be these (medicated) days, whenever I go to add text for my posts, I seem to automatically reach back into that abyss of All, that madness, magic and horror that made life on this pane so hard. So I get convos from folks saying (and I literally quote) "I can see God in your work," when the work itself is just this tinkering fun...
(... Though I do seem to reach for an evoking of some impossible thing, aesthetically, wanting a mind to reach about saying "what is that?" trying to place where a piece of my jewelry came from but never arriving at an answer. I have no choice, it's what my mind always wants to make.)
I was featured in a Storque article! This is my first time.
I wondered why they and my other dried rose in vial earrings sold so suddenly, and both at once. Here are some others featured:
I'm smitten with this collection of syrup labels from agence eurika- the blog that keeps on giving.
The mint labels are particularly enchanting.
Then there's this lovely one that repeats throughout several different flavors.
So I'm cheering myself up with this heavenly inspiration.
These sparks of mad glory are from the sold section in Sparrow Salvage's original shop, Little Brown Magpie.
Something about the color, vibrant against some sort of black inner background. It bewilders me with its beauty.
And this is from someone w/a massive knee-jerk reaction against all things purple- and we're looking at a loooot of purple.
Something about all this is so LUSH.
And look at these impossible stripes:
And these shapes? These random, ridiculous shapes? What right do they have to look precisely correct and totally accidental at the same time?
This orange and green makes my eyes say thank you:Even these dirty whites (and I love dirty whites) seem to be struggling to push down an intense orange and green magic from behind it.
This pale dirty teal is breathtaking.
Even here, one of her earliest pieces, has the perfect raggedy layering of threadbare bits of treasures.
How does someone have such a consistent vision over so many items and over such a long period of
In comparison, my stuff looks like it was made by an ADD sufferer with multiple personality disorder.
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