This song is my most recent discovery that I couldn’t just keep to myself.
(Somehow I usually find melodies to be more of an inspiration for paintings than visual things… I haven’t figured out why that is but this time it was the combination of music and misty moorlands that caught my attention. I hope it moves you too!)
On weekend I printed some of my tumblr favourites in black and white to get some inspiration for drawings and sketches -my printer is not too fancy so the quality is not the best.
But new ideas were arisen in my mind on that brief moment when arrangeing them on my wall. I seem to glance that way all the time. Thank you to a Friend who inspired me to make a collage. It was FUN :)
Now I need to start organizing this little attic space of mine. It’s not looking as tidy as my collage…
As waiting The New Artisans book to arrive here…
Have a good good morning,
s
Camomile tea and herbs make a flu fly away…
One wintery evening I had a square box waiting for me. Specimen earrings by oh so brilliant Jillian from The Noisy Plume had arrived…
Can’t find the words that could describe their BEAUTY but the following poem by Goethe does it for me.
The Core of Nature
I will wear the sun,
Ancient light through these woods,
Woods that I walk through alone
I will take my rest
With all creatures who dwell,
Under the smallest of green
I’ll remain no more than is required of me
Until the spirit is gone
I will long to see all that waits to be known
And all that will never be known
Enter the core of nature,
No earthly mind can enter,
But I will wear the sun,
Bound to others,
We see many things
I will train my feet to go on with the joy
A joy I have yet to reachI will let the sounds of these woods I have known
Sink into blood and to bone
I’ll remain no more than is required of me
Until the spirit is gone
I will long to see all that waits to be known
And all that will never be known
Enter the core of nature,
No earthly mind can enter,
But I will wear the sun,
Bound to others,
We see many things
I will wear the sun,
Ancient light through these woods,
Woods that I walk through alone
I will long to see all that waits to be known
And all that will never be known
Midlake has also made a melody for it. Had trouble adding it here but youtube has some videos featuring…
love always,
Saara
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! — When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
