Hello Autumn..

..then Autumn came when no one was looking

 

 

October blues… (Breast Cancer Awareness Month)

Every year, right before Breast Cancer Awareness month, I find myself extremely confused.

I am happy, sad, bitter, angry, lonely, lost. I feel ugly, I feel beautiful. Loved, cherished. Dead yet alive. I cry but then I laugh because I realize that in spite of these feelings, my gratitude reigns supreme.

I accidentally came upon this work of art. For reasons unknown to me I was mesmerized. Then I knew why; While staring at it, trying to decide if I liked it or not, the word ‘confusion’ kept coming at me. Confused. This is how I feel right now. Confused.

As luck would have it.. or not, my very first breast cancer surgery took place on the 6th of October. Little did I know then that there would be many, many more to come or that this day will go into my book of ‘a day always to remember’ right along with other important days like the day that the young me saw that my God given breasts would be beautiful. Forever. Never in my wildest dreams did it occur to me that these breasts might turn on me, become my foe, change my life for worse or maybe better?

So, after a few years of fighting my October blues, I think I’m finally coming to terms with the fact that every year, right before Breast Cancer Awareness month, I will always be confused… and that is OK.

October: Breast Cancer awareness month, Netherlands

6th of October: Breast Cancer awareness day, Netherlands

Wake..

Tatiana Mikhina

“there is the rocking of hips,
a gentle pressing of lips,
my hands splayed on your chest,
fingers along the curve of my breast,
because when I am not wide awake,
it is my dreams that you do make.”

Julie Grace

(Image by Tatiana Mikhina)

Moving Time

 

 

 

 

 

Moving Time by Gem Fletcher

…at the Recycle Lounge Gallery Club in Amsterdam

Oesterbar Bass provided mind-blowing oysters for everyones delight. Bass and his mobile Oyster Bar can be found at festivals and different summer events all over Amsterdam. For more information see Oesterbar Bass.

I scored these gorgeous earrings or rather, my 5 year old son purchased them for me. They’re made of leather and bolts. This is what the recycle lounge is all about. Happy!

You have GOT to love a man who is not afraid to rock these shoes. I call him the artist.. probably because he is an artist.

Delicious food courtesy of Homemade@yours. Need to cater an event? For an unbelievable taste explosion get in touch with Homemade@yours Amsterdam.
Recycle Lounge Gallery Club is an underground organisation that fuses art and dance music to promote (recycled) art.  The event takes place every fourth saturday of the month and includes music, food and of course photography and art.
If you would like to be a part of this event contact;
Recycle Lounge Gallery Club
Zuiderzeeweg 44 Amsterdam
Tel: 06 466 77 085

I am Heaven, I am Hell..

 

“I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul returned to me,
And answered: ‘I Myself am Heav’n and Hell”

–  Omar Khayyam

home..

“Home is people, home is you”

Schönbrunn, Austria

through the pillars..

Do not hide..

Knocks on the door.
Who?
I sweep the dust of my loneliness
under the rug.
I arrange a smile
and open.

– Maram al-Massri

(Image: Do not hide by Umbertha)

Until..

“Until you throw you sword away, you’ll not become a shield; Until you lay your crown aside you’ll not be fit to lead”

– Hakim Sanai: The Walled Garden of Truth