(..) the delicate balance between the pleasure we get from things and
the pleasure we get from freedom from things.
(leonard koren: wabi-sabi for artists, designers, poets & philosophers)
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ieva jansone, a visual artist "with migration background", currently based in berlin. world's citizen and homesick forever.
the concept of this blog has changed a lot since its beginning two years ago. still one principle remains: all the photographs on this site are made by me (if not explicitely noted otherwise, of course).
this blog is sleeping, in fact. i'm more proliferous the other one - my virtual sketchbook.
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ieva jansone, a visual artist "with migration background", currently based in berlin. world's citizen and homesick forever.the concept of this blog has changed a lot since its beginning two years ago. still one principle remains: all the photographs on this site are made by me (if not explicitely noted otherwise, of course).
this blog is sleeping, in fact. i'm more proliferous the other one - my virtual sketchbook.
ieva@jansone-photo.de
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originally this blog was about:
- art life (22)
- books (10)
- christmas time (8)
- clothes a. shoes (26)
- dvd (1)
- glass (7)
- handbags (5)
- interior: my own (17)
- interior: my own (dollhouse) (3)
- interior: my own (kinderzimmer) (9)
- interior: others (13)
- miscellaneous objects (15)
- paperbags (9)
- pinboard a. inspirations (19)
- postcards (1)
- simple things (2)
- tableware a. cutlery (13)
- the inner life of... (6)
- toys (20)
jonathan's & anabel's playroom at bianca & family :)
some people posting mostly their own stuff
treasure finders
friends and friends
some online shops that i like
- anita miller
- arthurs circus
- ateliers reinette
- bianca and family
- bonbonringe
- bonbonringe (at dawanda)
- collection minuscule
- edmond
- freundts wohnaccesoires
- guapito
- hello cornelia
- hg handmade
- hindsvik
- klebebande
- le vestiaire de jeanne
- limonclaro
- linea non grata
- little circus
- lovely clusters
- mieke willems
- mummysam
- nivaldo de lima
- pi'lo
- rachael howard (ties)
- samobie
- schubladen
- snug
- stiksel
- studiopatró
- the 7th magpie
- the small object
- twin's garden (textiles)
- wo & wé
inspiring websites
- andrew moore (photographer)
- anzil (illustrator)
- atlanta bartlett (stylist)
- berge (moormann hotel)
- ellie evans
- fieryeyed books
- frances j melhop (photographer)
- friedamaria
- jonas peterson (photographer)
- junko nakamura
- kakha kakhiani (georgian photographer)
- maartje kuiper
- martin löf
- maura mc evoy (photographer)
- moleskines
- nathalie lete
- noa-noa (fashion for kids)
- noorderlicht
- olga bennett (photographer)
- sally scott (clothes, great photos!)
- shoe box art
- simonetta (fashion for kids)
- sunday crit review
- the impossible project (polaroid relaunch)
- the pigeon wing
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alle photos und texte - wenn nicht anders gekennzeichnet - sind von mir.
all photographs and text are created by me if not noted otherwise.
please do not use without permission.
all photographs and text are created by me if not noted otherwise.
please do not use without permission.
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unless you will, issue 3
morgen schneit es
readers
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea
There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years
There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea
There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years
There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is
(Leonard Cohen/ Garcia Lorka)
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AntwortenLöschenso true.....
AntwortenLöscheni have heard about the book...although i have never read it..maybe i should.
AntwortenLöschennice pictures to illustrate wabi-sabi
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