S W O O N D: fornasetti in situ

11.09.2007

fornasetti in situ

I did a Fornasetti wallcoverings post (is that the correct verb? does one DO posts?) a few weeks back, so this really caught my eye (pun acknowledged). The red lacquer cabinet is beautiful, don't you think?

:elle decor italia

5 comments:

P said...: You have such a gorgeous blog. I am honored to be on your blogroll among such esteemed bloggers! You are now on mine.

I *loved* Nikos Kazantzakis' Alexander the Great, by the way.; 11/09/2007
Maryam in Marrakesh said...: Thou shalt not covet, Maryam. Repeat again......thou shalt not covet....

Damn, it's not working!

PS and yes that red laquer is faaaaabulous.; 11/09/2007
diana murphy said...: Oh, Persephone, you're too kind. Of course you're on my short list of fabublogs. I dig your writing style and perspective.

So charmed that you are a Kazantzakis fan. I've had a strong connection to his work from a very young age. (?) for you: Is Persephone your real name? Your Rossetti avatar is gorgeous.; 11/11/2007
P said...: Maryam's here too! It's a partay!

I think Kazantzakis is great. The only thing that annoyed me was when Zorba kept twirling around drunk and hollering, "I LOVE THE WOMEN!"

Yes, Persephone is my real name. I'm half Greek...; 11/11/2007
diana murphy said...: Good one, Maryam. Long, deep breaths. Any better?; 11/12/2007

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the same dream returned each night until i dared not to go to sleep and grew quite ill. i dreamed i had a child, and even in the dream i saw it was my life, and it was an idiot, and i ran away. but it always crept onto my lap again, clutched at my clothes. until i thought, if i could kiss it, whatever in it was my own, perhaps i could sleep. and i bent to its broken face, and it was horrible . . . but i kissed it. i think one must finally take one's life in one's arms.

- arthur miller, after the fall

YIN AND JUNG

who looks outside, dreams;

who looks inside, awakes.

everything that irritates us about others can lead us to a better understanding of ourselves.

when we must deal with problems, we instinctively resist trying the way that leads through obscurity and darkness. we wish to hear only of unequivocal results, and completely forget that these results can only be brought about when we have ventured into and emerged again from the darkness. but to penetrate the darkness we must summon all the powers of enlightenment that consciousness can offer.

- carl jung, the stages of life