Art

Anger fuels a lot of Art, but so do joy, sorrow, tenderness, pity, even boredom.

"Letters to a young Artist" by Julia Cameron

Photos: Saatchi Gallery London

Camera : Hipstamatic

Book club

It was great last night, my first book club meeting, great collection of books, lively atmosphere, interesting conversation excellent red wine and a fantastic Pasta Flora (Greek Jam Tart) We decided on a book: “Aunt Julia and the scriptwriter” by a Peruvian author called: Mario Vargas LIosa.

The plot concerns Mario, an aspiring writer, who works at a radio station that broadcasts, live each day, up to a half-dozen novelas (short-run soap operas). At the same time that the author meets his "Aunt Julia", the radio station, which had been buying scripts by weight from Cuba, hires a Bolivian scriptwriter to write the serials. The novel chronicles the scriptwriter's rise and fall in tandem with the protagonist's affair and includes descriptions of the serials that the station broadcasts.

It is based in part on the author's first marriage, to Julia Urquidi.

I can’t wait to start reading it.

I wish I had more free time to read books. During the summer holidays I managed to read 3 books during a 4-week period. However since I started work in September I am reading about 5 pages per week. I often try to read at bed but after a page I fall asleep.

So I am going to make some time (not sure how) and read more.

……………..I promise.

Forest

Sleep

I feel that the last time I had a good sleep was on the 3/7/08, on the 4/7/08 my waters broke and since then I am trying to get a good night sleep…. but it’s not easy. The first 2 months it was really hard Dylan (my son) was up every 3 hours, gradually his sleeping pattern improved but unfortunately after two years and 3 months he still wakes up almost every night at least once. Ok of course it’s much better than every 3 hours and to be honest he goes straight back to sleep but unfortunately when I wake up I can’t go back to sleep, I start thinking about work, or thinking what I am going to wear, or what I am going to cook for dinner, or repeating in my head previous conversations I had with work colleagues or friends, and then I get annoyed with myself because I can’t go back to sleep and I am wasting me precious sleeping minutes and soon my alarm will start playing this stupid tune……Argh!!!!!!!!!!

And then some nights (not often) Dylan will sleep all night without any interruptions so then I’ll be up in the dark trying to hear for his breathing and checking that he is ok.

Also If I am lucky enough some Sundays mornings I have a lie in, but then I can hear Dylan laughing and playing and having fun and I feel that I am missing out so I soon go downstairs.

The madness, guilt and worries of motherhood.

I am Back.

dream about me

Babe
Dream about me
Lie
On the phone to me

Tell me no truth
If it hurts bad
There's enough in my life
To make me so sad

Just dream about
Colour fills our lives
Just dream about
Some one else tonight

Babe
Oh, dream about me
On the phone
You're talking quietly

I wanna be yours
I want you be mine
A .... red skives
For long time

So dream about us
When you're alone
Just dream about
How I will let go

Babe
Oh, dream about me
Lie
On the phone to me

Tell me no truth
If it hurts bad
There's enough in my life
To make me so sad

Just dream about
Colour fills our lives
Just dream about
Some one else tonight

Just dream about
Colour fills our song
Just dream about
How I will let go

"Dream about me"
Moby

Peeling wallpaper...

I am back!!!!

It feels so good to have Internet again!!!!! Thank you BT I will never ever leave you again.
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