hello monday

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Have a beautiful, delicate, serene and happy week. 
Today I'd like to share one of my favourite poems/speeches with you. 
One by the amazing Maya Angelou. 

Thank you for visiting 


A Brave and Startling Truth

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it. 

parrot tulip

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The parrot Tulip. 

Although tulips are often associated with the Netherlands, they are not a native Dutch flower.  About four hundred years ago Europeans first discovered tulips in Turkey.  At that time Carolus Clusius, a famous botanist, introduced the plant to the Leiden botanical gardens in Holland.  Since tulips were extremely rare, and expensive, only Kings and Emperors could afford to plant them in their gardens.

The immediate popularity of the tulip drove Clusius and other horticulturalists to produce new colour variations to satisfy the growing demand for the flowers.  Over the years, many tulip forms were produced by crossing and hybridizing techniques.  Some had frilly petals, and dramatic flame-like colourations, that later became known as “Parrot tulips”. 

The last three images via this link 

the flower engineer

Andreas Verheijen is a certified Master Florist. Born and raised in Zundert, the Dutch epicentre for Dahlia-culture and famous for its flower parade, a career in botany was inevitable. After having lived in Great Britain for 16 years where he worked as floral sales executive for Harrods’ floral department in London, as well as having had his own flower shop, he returned to The Netherlands. Nowadays he works as a freelance floral designer for e.g. the Dutch Flower Council, but still also works regularly in Great Britain on various events and exhibitions. 

For more information about this wonderful engineer visit his website.
And for more beautiful photos visit the Cool Hunter

james mcgrath

Images via here
Art by James McGrath
Collection: Dutchman's Dream-folds 

The moment I saw these images I loved them. 
The shades, the flow, the history connected with modern techniques. 
And of course the hint of flowers in each piece. 
Simple gorgeous. 

From the website

"Art is an illusion, a facsimile, a representation of a heightened reality. Artists of the 16th and 17th centuries mastered these illusions of reality as no other artists in Western history. With the advent of modernism (modernism or post modernism?) at the start of the twentieth century artists began to challenge what we knew to be true. James McGrath is one of these artists who combines contemporary printing and digital techniques with 16th and 17th century historical and artistic traditions.

To create these works on canvas and Plexiglas McGrath uses familiar artists’ tools such as drapery and folding, color and perspective. But it is McGrath’s use of drapery that is exceptionally innovative and dramatic. Artists in the past in both stone and paint have always created illusions of cloth or rich fabric that were supposed to and did startle the eye by their sensual reality. McGrath takes this notion one step further. “I think of drapery as alive or malleable as the human figure,” he says. “I believe drapery can be fragmented or abstracted in the same way as what Picasso through cubism did to the human figure.” The reason this can be done is due to the idea that fabric can be seen as the second skin, so it can be fragmented or abstracted in the same manner as flesh. It is this philosophy that gives the works their very contemporary presence as well their connection to art history. And that is another aspect of the works that is quite 17th century (reminiscent of the 17th century etc). Baroque artists made a fetish of teasing the eye of the beholder, tricking the viewer into imagining that space was where it was not, that something was falling when it was still, that paint was
flesh. McGrath’s works deliciously play on optic tricks, as well as recalling the glories of Dutch landscape painting"

one of those days

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It is one of those days that I would so enjoy just relaxing with a magazine on a lazy day-bed surrounded by flowers, sunshine and a light breeze. 

"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life's realities"

-Dr. Seuss-

hello monday

"Look to this day! 
For it is life, the very life of life.
 For yesterday is but a dream 
And tomorrow is only a vision 
But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
 And tomorrow a vision of hope. 
Look well, therefore, to this day! 
Such is the salutation of the dawn."

Have a wonderful week.
Smile loads.