mrow

from etsy seller: behappynow

http://www.etsy.com/profile.php?user_id=5718636

swoon

from mati mcdonough.

link:http://www.matirose.com/art/index.html

be mine?

kate’s birds are adorable. see more of her work here: http://little-doodles.blogspot.com.

The above work, by Erika Somogyi perfectly embodies why I love color. Each vibrant burst of color sets this mood, and right now I am feeling infinite.

More here:http://www.throughthetrees.net/paintings.html

lol

from mariaforde.net

i love love love her style.

p.s. got featured at notpaper.net! whee!:D

it’s a beauty-filled thursday

(above image from site: http://aviewto.blogspot.com/)

i have to catch my breath everytime i see bits and pieces from this blog:

http://aviewto.blogspot.com/

the colors, the textures, all of those tiny bits and bobs, delight me to no end.

wanna get published?

Here’s a little project you might want to participate in:
(Calling all my artsy fantastic lj friends….)

Let’s make a zine. Filled with art, poetry, prose, and maybe even net links and
Have been thinking of this for a long time, and now that we have a scanner, maybe this is IT!:D

Am thinking something like a craftier, more pinoy version of BUST mag, or the now defunct Adorn, or Craft zine, or even Readymade/NYLON

So… to get the ball rolling, let’s start with the theme:

Pinoy childhood

I’m sure everyone has something to share, right?
We could put it up in issuu.com and share the link to whoever is interested. In the future, when this gets bigger, we could even get…advertisers.(cough) or subscribers. something like that.

So here are topics you can write about/draw/collage/doodle/make a song to… whatever floats your boat:

- Things life taught me when I was seven.
- Larong pambata
- Fashion: Child at heart
- Crafts: Teach us how to make a childhood toy
or
- How to play THAT childhood game (Langit Lupa? Base to Base? You decide.)
- Cheap childhood thrills
- If I only knew what I now know, I would have/ wouldn’t have:
- I loved being a kid, because…
- Scramble/ Ice candy and other yummy culinary delights I loved as a kid
- Kiddie pastime
- Those childhood shows I now miss
- Food/Place/Song/Book that reminds me most of my childhood
- Favorite childhood memory
- Least favorite childhood memory
- When I was a kid, no one told me about…
- When I was a kid, I used to think that…
- My dream job, when I was a kid.
- Favorite activity after school
- When I was a kid, I was obsessed with….
- That was then, This is Now photos
- I’m not a kid anymore, but I still like…
- Photos/Songs/Lists/Artwork/Stories/Urban legends/Fairytales related to the theme

and other stuff that might belong here.

Submit your stuff to me at:
rainbowrama@gmail.com

before October 31, 2008, please.:)

Sorry, I can’t give you cash, only my neverending gratitude, and that blissful feeling of seeing something you did shared, but maybe, just maybe, we’ll be famous one day and then maybe we’d have cash then. maybe. haha:)

Thanks in advance! I look forward to your submissions.:D

the quiet world by jeffrey mcdaniel

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it
to my ear without saying hello.
In the restaurant I point
at chicken noodle soup. I am
adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long
distance lover and proudly say
I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn't respond, I know
she's used up all her words
so I slowly whisper I love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

<3

The archipelago of kisses

We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don't
grow on trees, like in the old days. So where
does one find love? When you're sixteen it's easy,
like being unleashed with a credit card
in a department store of kisses. There's the first kiss.
The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we
shouldn't be doing this kiss. The but your lips
taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
The I wish you'd quit smoking kiss.
The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad
sometimes kiss. The I know
your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. As you get
older, kisses become scarce. You'll be driving
home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road,
with its purple thumb out. If you
were younger, you'd pull over, slide open the mouth's
red door just to see how it fits. Oh where
does one find love? If you rub two glances, you get a smile.
Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss.
Now what? Don't invite the kiss over
and answer the door in your underwear. It'll get suspicious
and stare at your toes. Don't water the kiss with whisky. It'll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters,
but in the morning it'll be ashamed and sneak out of
your body without saying good-bye,
and you'll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left
on the inside of your mouth. You must
nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it
illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest
and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a
special beach. Place it on the tongue's pillow,
then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I'll love you through a brick wall kiss.
Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones. 

Jeffrey McDaniel