Wandering Thoughts

Wandering thoughts

I’ve become familiar with foreign sounds
Foreign spaces
Ears accustomed to the unknown

I’ve been lost in language
Caught up in cobblestones
On muddy rust roads
Under full, fanning palm trees

Parts have been broken, bitten, bruised
Stung on crystal coasts
Cracked on coy ice
Roughed up by rapids

I’ve become familiar with passing pain
Foreign cures
Stomach strengthening with each healing wound

I’ve become familiar with uncertainty
Foreign sites
Eyes staring at my strange stature

Etranger
Wayook
Farang
Foreigner

I’ve become familiar with constant changes
Foreign love
Heart yearning for something rugged and real

In the towering frosted alps
In the humid coastal chaos
In the concrete technological maze
I called this home

For I’ve been lost in language
Parts have been broken, bitten, bruised
And yet
Even if fleeting
I called this home

Spring changes

Spring is in full swing here in Korea and got me feeling inspired apparently. Happy Friday all!

One Man’s Trash Is Another Man’s Palais Idéal

Last weekend I was transported to another land- one where stone rose and entwined to create the history of the world molded and meshed into a fantastic structure. Or as I less eloquently told my dad, “it was a clusterfuck of the world in stone, and concrete, and shells”. Bienvenue to the Palais Ideal du Facteur Cheval.

 

Building with stone is a common quality of the Drôme region. So it’s not surprising that an impressive stone structure could be built by a man from Drôme. But an entire palace built from a dream is something worth noting. Even artists like Picasso and Gaudi drew inspiration from this one man’s vision.

While I must admit that the palais was smaller than expected, it was no less impressive.

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Especially when you have the history. The history of one lone man with a vision, a dream, (maybe even a slight unraveling of the mind) who dedicated thirty-three years to build his ideal palace.. Continue reading

Blogaloutions

Bonne année and happy 2014 to all! Are we really already a month into the new year? And has it really been almost 2 months since my last post??

I was partially MIA due to the fact that my long visit home was insanely busy (as home usually is), filled with a flurry of friends, family, much missed food, painting commissions and workshops, and a surprise trip to the arctic tundra that is the northeast (Boston was 4 fahking degrees!)

…but part of my lack of writing was due to the fact that I didn’t quite have the words. I know, I know. It might seem incroyable- Me, not have words?? But I was silently bottling up something I’ve been trying to hide for far too long. And this is my confession for the new year: in spite of all my denial- in spite of this very blogs title- I am… a little lost.

*Warning. This shits about to get personal and maybe a bit ranty so proceed with caution… Continue reading