Symbols: glass, water, mirrors “Searching for yourself in Glass”
“Womens’ Death by Water; a common Victorian theme.”
“Evolutionary Suspicion”
“Rupture”
©2015 Nicole Rigets
Symbols: glass, water, mirrors “Searching for yourself in Glass”
“Womens’ Death by Water; a common Victorian theme.”
“Evolutionary Suspicion”
“Rupture”
©2015 Nicole Rigets
Thanking my unconscious mind for these permissive ideas.
Eating lunch with a friend at 3:30 p.m. in Capers Courtyard on Fourth Avenue yesterday. Two pigeons strutted around the table and between our feet. I noticed they had black toenails at the end of their red toes and legs. This is very dramatic and beautiful. I feel I need coral red fingernails with jet black tips: very Zen!! Now here I think the next Fashion Movement will be a ‘Zen’ look. I could do one: Paper, water blue, soft jade green, moonlight, horizontal planes, 7″ x 7″ proportions, whispers. Nothingness, lightness, being (3 stages of birth)… I like my new concept.
What else comes from my Zen? Bowls, trees, discs, flow, chromium yellow and wine-stain red, high altitudes/attitudes, thinness, sticks, stones, smoothness, waving, layers, reduction, balance, harmony zones: The Zen Zone; how would that look? How would I combine the colors?
One stroke on a brass gong: a single strike against a brass gong!
Tastes like pepperment: Peppermint Zen.
Smells like cinnamon-sea air.
Feels like mountain (Whistler) wind.
The energy of a horse’s mane in the air as it gallops, the flames of a fire (fire flame), a bird wing fanned out (against) or into the wind.
I like these images.
My “imagineered” design style is a place where Zen and Clutter Meet.
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets
Excerpt from my Journal: May 22nd, 2008.
In bed, getting to sleep last night and I have a pad attack:
I write in the dark, moon bright reflected by waves light:
I’m going into a trance,
a middle of the night dance.
The wind braiding the air,
zig zagging it
across
my bare skin
Ruffling my hair
and tousling the covers.
The water balooshing
baloshing
and
sloshing!
Oh my Gosh! slosh!
Soaking the seawalkers
with little remorse.
Yes, I know she’s dead but let me phone
her old number and see if she answers.
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets