Showing posts with label objects. Show all posts
Showing posts with label objects. Show all posts

10.24.2011

bark


I've been chiseling the bark off tree stumps for two days,
which is incredibly satisfying. So is this bowl.


Gabriella Crespi, 1970s

5.30.2011

letter



A letter of complaint between brothers

The texts on the tablets, written in the Old Assyrian
dialect of Akkadian, describe the Assyrians bringing
textiles and tin to Anatolia on the backs of donkeys,
and trading it with the locals for silver and gold.
This letter is from Ashur-malik to his brother
Ashur-idi complaining that, although winter has already
come, he and his family have been left in Ashur without
food, clothes or fuel. Lack of space obliged him to
finish his letter on a small supplementary tablet.
Often, as in this case, the tablet was encased in a clay envelope.



1900 BC


from here




(thanks,JC)

5.18.2011

(dinner) bell








We grew up in a big old house in New England, a veritable brood.
Instead of yelling into the void of the house,
my mom would ring a dinner bell to summon us all to dinner,
a big cast iron one that never quite suited her.
Carl's bells would have been a more appropriate
match for her sensibilities, suggesting mealtime with panache.


Carl Aubock bells at the perfect Everyday Needs.

(found via The Selby)

5.11.2011

channeling Beatrix


























Lots of rain tonight. British-feeling rain: yellow-greenish.
Made me think of Jeremy Fisher, Lucy and her hankies,
Peter and his shrunken jacket ("quite new, with brass buttons")
and all of Potter's other muttering, slightly odd or timid, lonely creatures.
Humble, all of it. And warm.


1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

4.14.2011

color





My mother always tells me I wear too much black.
So when my better half found this little old lady of a dress shoved on a rack in
a vintage shop in town and made me buy it, I said: Alright, twist my arm.
Now all my other clothes are jealous.