this is the portrait of my soul - how it feels at the moment.
the globe is turning too fast. i think i have to get off for a while.
bye-bye blogland.
see u later my friends.
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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)
See you Ieva, take care of your self. xx, E.
AntwortenLöschenOh yes, I can understand the need to stand back a while - Enjoy your time :)
AntwortenLöschenErhole Dich gut, alles Gute ! Und hoffentlich auf bald :-)
AntwortenLöschenoh das kenne ich grade ebenfalls sehr gut! erholsames verkriechen!
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Seems everybody is having a break from blogland...
AntwortenLöschenEnjoy your rest !
;-)
pausen sind immer gut! ich schick dir herzensgrüße!
AntwortenLöschensee you later ieva. enjoy your blog break and make sure you don't feel bad about it!! we're looking forward to seeing you again.
AntwortenLöschent,
Much love to you and yours.
AntwortenLöschenSee you Ieva.
AntwortenLöscheni'll miss you!(and already looking forward to your return!) herz&seele alles eine erholsame ruhezeit!
AntwortenLöschenI will miss you. Take care of yourself. I will keep on watching your blog and hope we´ll meet again.
AntwortenLöschenI'll miss you! But I understand completely. Take care of yourself and your beautiful family. xo, Isa
AntwortenLöschentake care ieva!;)) xx
AntwortenLöschenNimm Dir Zeit. Ich freu mich, wenn Du wieder da bist. Viele liebe Grüße.
AntwortenLöschenDear Ieva,
AntwortenLöschenWe all pass thru this at times, we can all understand it. Take your time, relax, don't hurry and let the music come back for itself. I went thru this some months ago and know how it feels (at least I think).
Big hug for you!
Jürgen.
Liebe Ieva, ich denk an dich.
AntwortenLöschenSee you later, take care of yourself....Enjoy!
AntwortenLöschenIeva...it feel so good to jump off the blog roll once in a while.
AntwortenLöschenI am back on and I feel so inspired now.
Have a wonderful time and enjoy your self.
Hugs.
liebe ieva, manchmal muss man eine pause machen, sich einspinnen wie eine raupe und dann wieder schmetterling sein. diese gedanken kamen mir zu deinem bild.
AntwortenLöschenNot too long, I hope!
AntwortenLöschendieses gefühl kenne ich! ich hab es aber grad überwunden.
AntwortenLöschenviel erfolg bei der "recreation".
liebe grüße!
Its been too long since i have blogged and visited your beautiful site and now you take a break! enjoy and i look forward to your return if you choose so.
AntwortenLöschenxxxx hugs.
i know the feeling. sometimes it would be so nice to be able to stop time ticking for a while. hope you feel refreshed from a break :)
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