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Today I received a rejection letter from the school I applied to. It hurt.

Oh my god. Are you kidding me? I fucking love this!! I could cry.

Bill Withers

Love it all. Especially the happy drummer.

Sitting at Four Barrel Coffee, the rope and the light bulbs were reflecting into the window onto the tree. It was like they were laying on top of each other without actually touching. I don't know why I like it. I just do.

Baa Baa black sheep. Have you any wool?

My dear friend Annie invited me to join her in a sheep shearing adventure in Petaluma. It was a magical day. I got an inside look of all the precious time and love that goes into the wool we wear everyday. It is a very intricate process and I have a new respect and appreciation for the people and animals behind such a production.

Just an hour north of the city is rolling hills of green, sprinkled with fields of yellow mustard seed. Old abandoned farms with rusted tin and wood. Birds with vibrant colors swirling in a sky of blue. Puffy clouds that you could bounce on. The smell of the raw earth blowing through the wind. Good company. Beauty beyond words. Almost too much for me to handle.

Luckily we missed our turn and ran into these fellows.

 

The sheep.

 The ram.

 

This sheep shearer is in high demand and once I saw him in action, it was very clear why. He works with such peace and grace. He shears their wool in one whole piece, clips their hooves, checks their teeth, gives them shots and then tags their ears if needed. I could have watched him work for hours. There is an obvious mutual love between man and animal. I loved it.

The wool.

The yarn.

The little things.

Tweedle.

Ahoy Sailor!

Bunny decorations.

Wangechi Mutu

I love her work. To me, it is perfect.

The world she creates is the one I secretly live in.

http://www.wangechimutu.com/

While hotel shopping for a trip to Mexico, I stumbled upon this....
I have nothing else to say.

Where's Your Heart At?

Letting go of my ego, my worries, my money, my attachment.

Tomorrow I will be leaving these hearts in random places throughout the city; bus stops, doorsteps, cafe...

It's good practice. 

http://www.ragdollhearts.com/

http://banksy.co.uk/

Dirty on the inside

"The pollution of the planet is only an outside reflection of an inner psychic pollution: millions of unconscious individuals not taking responsibility for their inner space....Are you the world or cleaning up the mess? You are responsible for your inner space; nobody else is, just as you are responsible for the planet. As within, so without: If humans clear inner pollution, then they will also cease to create outer pollution." Eckart Tolle, The Power of Now.

Surrounded

The world is producing art all day everyday. 

If I just look, I will find I am surrounded.

Abel makes refrigerator poems and Bunny pickles cabbage.

The ride's been fun and I don't care where I get dropped off.

I did it. I finished and submitted my portfolio to CCA, complete and on time. While it would be nice to get accepted, I've already accomplished more than I had hoped for. I started from square one, where I thought I had nothing to offer and one step at a time, I found I have something to give after all........me.

 

"Any success I have is far more greater his than mine" BB