tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75368277349261580072024-03-14T07:28:09.129+02:00Black & White AirScatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-51039392384895924952008-10-19T15:35:00.007+02:002008-10-19T15:58:30.319+02:00Pattern and colour inspiration<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpETLlD1U5lVDWbn3yjBGwmWiuwmUMmdCJnhW0r52Cz7P4ZGw2cBtehbfIKL7yEDw8ju5s6FKdFUTkFYEx-JpV16wb1qpFNpbgnad-rMatq7W_1wddj2L3uQiayyjAXE6rij0mM08mVdUn/s1600-h/DSCF8806.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258860638624557986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpETLlD1U5lVDWbn3yjBGwmWiuwmUMmdCJnhW0r52Cz7P4ZGw2cBtehbfIKL7yEDw8ju5s6FKdFUTkFYEx-JpV16wb1qpFNpbgnad-rMatq7W_1wddj2L3uQiayyjAXE6rij0mM08mVdUn/s400/DSCF8806.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEGSnoWHtf5v95DTvgRaBFCFC7ModEFEo85d-wu_Ujp6gCLvPVzXb9EK-aVxImpqtTHWax0ImqIILR_b2CaCnKsQ5wxEC0NP7HYjyogYbLi43iClbwNgYWwD2gjbUJZicpZ8SyTPLiLrR/s1600-h/DSCF8727.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258860625666502930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEGSnoWHtf5v95DTvgRaBFCFC7ModEFEo85d-wu_Ujp6gCLvPVzXb9EK-aVxImpqtTHWax0ImqIILR_b2CaCnKsQ5wxEC0NP7HYjyogYbLi43iClbwNgYWwD2gjbUJZicpZ8SyTPLiLrR/s400/DSCF8727.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjMIQT5iGVX_gHKWmXYlMGPbPDW-7o1z4UdHLy9bsY9GmQd8h6uVPQlaJJlsBwf2ZLWNbJDWLDwKHKj42bh_ENU_1YYmgCbVa3TWz1ZR8rz7CExT5OX-rS2S_x10RDCcy2w3jI1eg70Tq/s1600-h/DSCF8736.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258859492810814738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjMIQT5iGVX_gHKWmXYlMGPbPDW-7o1z4UdHLy9bsY9GmQd8h6uVPQlaJJlsBwf2ZLWNbJDWLDwKHKj42bh_ENU_1YYmgCbVa3TWz1ZR8rz7CExT5OX-rS2S_x10RDCcy2w3jI1eg70Tq/s400/DSCF8736.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">As I promised, here's a peek to the beautiful floor tiles I had my eye on in the old historic buildings I visited last month. I know there are other pattern lovers out there to appreciate this scraped beauty.:)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtnPCZUnsR_9AaMPxmmIhRM4hUn3DUmPcMQTE-SekYvhuOnnt0p1lgn10yrKzoDatBxBZpJoi3SA4305EkMa5k5zVNqh5epLVg8WnqnXsEp2DoASQB2JtfbGLHC2FNXM8LvXcGuA6issJ/s1600-h/DSCF8817.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258860639208847714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtnPCZUnsR_9AaMPxmmIhRM4hUn3DUmPcMQTE-SekYvhuOnnt0p1lgn10yrKzoDatBxBZpJoi3SA4305EkMa5k5zVNqh5epLVg8WnqnXsEp2DoASQB2JtfbGLHC2FNXM8LvXcGuA6issJ/s400/DSCF8817.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify">As I got inspired by shapes and colours I made this uneven floor tile. I drew it on the bus on my way home and liked the shaky lines caused by the road's bumps. But anyway, it's all about the blurry borders and bursting colours.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">I've been working on a new project now, something that should be hanged on my bare wall pretty soon, as long as I'd keep my active side on the move. Even though I'm sick. Pretty much depressing. But oh well, hope you're having a productive Sunday.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK8aq-j_r8vOi7s4mDjYrQZ_AqGPVbjUZajwKhpxiwxp9hFjyaNH8ffgZAQ-1T9GZNhNtVOVWijq04Me6wfsodKiFuwy8FiR4oPVq5SPkEQqzbNAsJs0JDMT9AULB1Ng_ampKAnyb3kcQj/s1600-h/DSCF8707+tiny+version.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258859473642152514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK8aq-j_r8vOi7s4mDjYrQZ_AqGPVbjUZajwKhpxiwxp9hFjyaNH8ffgZAQ-1T9GZNhNtVOVWijq04Me6wfsodKiFuwy8FiR4oPVq5SPkEQqzbNAsJs0JDMT9AULB1Ng_ampKAnyb3kcQj/s400/DSCF8707+tiny+version.jpg" border="0" /></a>x<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyhOrCS0ov8LF4N3HPnwp3i2S0tiHMlvOsf-v_W5ULhR531qGO_n4RUd0lXnHH48kIZVnereszllPHA5KbUWy6pqsCwp0PzIubKdRg5_eVhE7HDPr0XhUXsbkCtkA_Ez-O3kOEtIS8KBpN/s1600-h/DSCF8731.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258859476879541618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyhOrCS0ov8LF4N3HPnwp3i2S0tiHMlvOsf-v_W5ULhR531qGO_n4RUd0lXnHH48kIZVnereszllPHA5KbUWy6pqsCwp0PzIubKdRg5_eVhE7HDPr0XhUXsbkCtkA_Ez-O3kOEtIS8KBpN/s400/DSCF8731.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2IiGVmvC6d-tOh4wBjbLFZ9bsSDeTXNmUMsclRsiwGXVTazbc57SvZeKphhYyIlvkl62VGmrZYabsMVZ-triNyCUcIIzvVWAluj4kROhzYbGFBn4vG2-qJDsuyqWMcZxhAh8VwArPXAnd/s1600-h/DSCF8745.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258860631505380066" style="CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2IiGVmvC6d-tOh4wBjbLFZ9bsSDeTXNmUMsclRsiwGXVTazbc57SvZeKphhYyIlvkl62VGmrZYabsMVZ-triNyCUcIIzvVWAluj4kROhzYbGFBn4vG2-qJDsuyqWMcZxhAh8VwArPXAnd/s400/DSCF8745.JPG" width="400" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy31fLhMn8Z9-K3sCv4n4En0_afTBn7Pd9wSJie_ou_TWhLfva_q2Jyg0EopU6ZrKBtVpMXPpX56xzISv-C3LBy3RiTVbPQjv0ybG-X4V8juCvefJT00u1Dv2xco7CKRcey6AdTwQoE_uy/s1600-h/DSCF8733.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258859488572976578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy31fLhMn8Z9-K3sCv4n4En0_afTBn7Pd9wSJie_ou_TWhLfva_q2Jyg0EopU6ZrKBtVpMXPpX56xzISv-C3LBy3RiTVbPQjv0ybG-X4V8juCvefJT00u1Dv2xco7CKRcey6AdTwQoE_uy/s400/DSCF8733.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjooIBTfd8pkDzpIyyuV7ZOlySk4goSZJABdRi7uCdSUepfUVuaugdCoBtW6JFSNlroHDmlgUt-yDHO3jBAGr_MIjiZG_jOzZphBfffjJf7c2fdm6N1FYCBnbOEdkUfD8-un788ayoAIWJV/s1600-h/DSCF8732.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258859484376054834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjooIBTfd8pkDzpIyyuV7ZOlySk4goSZJABdRi7uCdSUepfUVuaugdCoBtW6JFSNlroHDmlgUt-yDHO3jBAGr_MIjiZG_jOzZphBfffjJf7c2fdm6N1FYCBnbOEdkUfD8-un788ayoAIWJV/s400/DSCF8732.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-85152217670250565292008-10-17T15:40:00.005+02:002008-10-17T15:58:51.244+02:00These feet were not meant for walking<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiRlkoLe0pdhM2dAvcp7rTa6xl2J6Cjwf_hixBgp6o2nIKYmLUVcWKo-o9uhtdnUwbVdNu6OPm_xFfDSRK-KcHOufaFIbMKhB4SERsmmQE9OeyeLSLEqSY6DJ-yHUovSsU8v4y9ryN1U0/s1600-h/DSCF8787.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258118792279889346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiRlkoLe0pdhM2dAvcp7rTa6xl2J6Cjwf_hixBgp6o2nIKYmLUVcWKo-o9uhtdnUwbVdNu6OPm_xFfDSRK-KcHOufaFIbMKhB4SERsmmQE9OeyeLSLEqSY6DJ-yHUovSsU8v4y9ryN1U0/s400/DSCF8787.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><div align="justify">If you wonder why there are <strong>feet</strong> falling from the sky all of a sudden in my weird little world, I'd tell you it has to do with my lasting obsession with feet and shoes, my madness of course and <a href="http://www.designformankind.com/">Design for Mankind</a> new FEET mag as well. I love Erin's topics that rush me to my sketchbook.:) </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2EYgm6_usvoHjL01QVcJRv8hNZaOUsKattTJ9uGhDSlMsGzQ3Ynlh4Cmonhm-s1JFrg46rkFAcGCI9dZzt_Q_mbNO4YFN_2v1ypmOVptQFDPKKXd1f5HzY5gaZcMdjaH6v0DFquHVHIe/s1600-h/DSCF8797.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258118832505966114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2EYgm6_usvoHjL01QVcJRv8hNZaOUsKattTJ9uGhDSlMsGzQ3Ynlh4Cmonhm-s1JFrg46rkFAcGCI9dZzt_Q_mbNO4YFN_2v1ypmOVptQFDPKKXd1f5HzY5gaZcMdjaH6v0DFquHVHIe/s400/DSCF8797.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">Well, that's the result. Quite disturbing I agree. But feet may evoke that. They connect us to the ground and carry our full body weight. That thought led me to wonder how odd they would look, separated from the body while getting a whole new perspective. </div><p>There are a lot more to come (no, not feet again), as I've been painting and drawing lately all the time but still was lazy enough to upload and mess with the computer. But soonsoon! </p><div align="justify">Have a lovely weekend you all,</div><div align="justify">Tx</div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtSUsecAcO_2ykZP6skgZRCkQjpYRpq7gMylt5lWpFfRNkERxbg4Mltvqtxxbnc9TDrk8n0CfVogBHmTbj9eFaNkn375vfGY0W8FJ7dSji27kQtW0YOnbO0lIv32S97xMnBGQy5J5XPeR/s1600-h/DSCF8796.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258118809347163746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtSUsecAcO_2ykZP6skgZRCkQjpYRpq7gMylt5lWpFfRNkERxbg4Mltvqtxxbnc9TDrk8n0CfVogBHmTbj9eFaNkn375vfGY0W8FJ7dSji27kQtW0YOnbO0lIv32S97xMnBGQy5J5XPeR/s400/DSCF8796.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jMpLU-iDAhp3vN38Jt8sCwutLlFOfTfiTg0oxacIuxFbsgeJD6RpZwZwdZWsq2mTMgpKfUiL1krO4fBtuJaXqlRNTQI9kp6SELNGeCFdRs_fWYwxQmOQNqp5D2QO7Bnfd3r_Q2EvGqAS/s1600-h/DSCF8794.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258118826512101170" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px" height="391" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jMpLU-iDAhp3vN38Jt8sCwutLlFOfTfiTg0oxacIuxFbsgeJD6RpZwZwdZWsq2mTMgpKfUiL1krO4fBtuJaXqlRNTQI9kp6SELNGeCFdRs_fWYwxQmOQNqp5D2QO7Bnfd3r_Q2EvGqAS/s400/DSCF8794.JPG" width="291" border="0" /></a></div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-82974311044948104402008-10-08T16:30:00.008+02:002008-10-08T17:01:27.537+02:00Fill my eyes with colours<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTQMu3rktAV9P45TExX99Flzw2f6hpNlq2X3pZdqNhtmUqvTHpY6mITjoxoE9LxEY2oDqficrITfEEODCGNbVLb6vMnIXyAreuKrhb1JPqnwiDmtOc7Jq59cVXms1PHZchZwcuT3HLJnF_/s1600-h/version2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254793407059807042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTQMu3rktAV9P45TExX99Flzw2f6hpNlq2X3pZdqNhtmUqvTHpY6mITjoxoE9LxEY2oDqficrITfEEODCGNbVLb6vMnIXyAreuKrhb1JPqnwiDmtOc7Jq59cVXms1PHZchZwcuT3HLJnF_/s400/version2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbjf35JHyMpwGuRkiG5_lh6rseeGg8LUiit_6MzQGLWyJ6NmW7aPg0Dwsbembza4v06-Lu5M75ZvPikiDUtvB8lGZtPvx74h64EBwSEHKS1yOXG3TJDVSCFd1nUj9R1L-S7TsuseQlQil/s1600-h/DSCF8783.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254793411797364674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbjf35JHyMpwGuRkiG5_lh6rseeGg8LUiit_6MzQGLWyJ6NmW7aPg0Dwsbembza4v06-Lu5M75ZvPikiDUtvB8lGZtPvx74h64EBwSEHKS1yOXG3TJDVSCFd1nUj9R1L-S7TsuseQlQil/s400/DSCF8783.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="justify"><strong>Patterns </strong>patterns patterns. <strong><span style="color:#006600;">Colours</span></strong> <span style="color:#cc6600;">colours</span> <span style="color:#990000;">colours</span>. Look at this gorgeous old tiles, bursting with worn scraping yet bold colourful shapes. I am so pleased I took my camera to some art exhibitions on Monday, as I found the historic structures and buildings much more interesting and appealing than most of the art works that were held inside.<br />I promise to post the rest of the tiles and floors photographs, but for now just one will do, to give some background to my recent-more-colourful drawings. aww how much I missed my coloured pencils!<br />I'm feeling quite uplifted as I got two whole quiet days ahead of me. It is <em>Yom Kippur</em> if it tells you anything…but in general I'm happy to say there will be no cars on the streets today. Nor tomorrow morning. Silence. Long walks and many empty pages in my sketchbook to fill! Lovely.<br /><br />Have a wonderful Wednesday,</div><div align="justify">T</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtxfa9a5BJ2roB8yDyLaljK2MnXpP8Y2ap2iw2gQVq48fFX-EVqme1ao_COj7i2-iIBa8kX7aLfR4SUHewYT1TfHFlFaNIGh92ca9FCee23OIa0Hijoz5yH8Ezefdn9h3SdtdMuOUya48K/s1600-h/DSCF8670.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254794124755926130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtxfa9a5BJ2roB8yDyLaljK2MnXpP8Y2ap2iw2gQVq48fFX-EVqme1ao_COj7i2-iIBa8kX7aLfR4SUHewYT1TfHFlFaNIGh92ca9FCee23OIa0Hijoz5yH8Ezefdn9h3SdtdMuOUya48K/s400/DSCF8670.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhhBu1B9n5bx3GVgone3lo9mifNaM_deN0YvZoYTcAMxH0LlBySmJXm7II7ucxlGCoUa66LNfaJX4B66fShAaKwJvCkX9JIJU0jBrE2Kka8SrqGYo-wVVxC13tHPl1_pjqRu8YTwhuExY/s1600-h/DSCF8791.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254793411807305586" style="WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px" height="344" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhhBu1B9n5bx3GVgone3lo9mifNaM_deN0YvZoYTcAMxH0LlBySmJXm7II7ucxlGCoUa66LNfaJX4B66fShAaKwJvCkX9JIJU0jBrE2Kka8SrqGYo-wVVxC13tHPl1_pjqRu8YTwhuExY/s400/DSCF8791.JPG" width="401" border="0" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtm-2RgkIAVWJAhqGpP1jS4kxh-h8Sba2zMw0q90sw2IGEQAvxVL7wKt87PA56wNVhBfcRIGiXKXWy1oeeYMhoBFtQe4s11og0Vme2Xkz1vZ6nEhL-eFWJjxZYlkdKZBoovXdSaYdigsO/s1600-h/DSCF8790.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254796536550301058" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px" height="401" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtm-2RgkIAVWJAhqGpP1jS4kxh-h8Sba2zMw0q90sw2IGEQAvxVL7wKt87PA56wNVhBfcRIGiXKXWy1oeeYMhoBFtQe4s11og0Vme2Xkz1vZ6nEhL-eFWJjxZYlkdKZBoovXdSaYdigsO/s400/DSCF8790.JPG" width="259" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhabVBU3UstLkgqUtzHYOYUIs6Kdkvd1fLAGMOar6qmVtgzlnhdB2bSFmiYDEOALrBqWoCO-J1Mw8Jjw6IsQGEqKHMxLFf7hkJE-kP-ERzmYp-hc96r79A8B61gocuxh5XnPbIV8_n4K1mE/s1600-h/DSCF8804.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254793409983173234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhabVBU3UstLkgqUtzHYOYUIs6Kdkvd1fLAGMOar6qmVtgzlnhdB2bSFmiYDEOALrBqWoCO-J1Mw8Jjw6IsQGEqKHMxLFf7hkJE-kP-ERzmYp-hc96r79A8B61gocuxh5XnPbIV8_n4K1mE/s400/DSCF8804.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-63571553741216583132008-10-03T16:21:00.004+03:002008-10-03T16:31:10.217+03:00They are all fish but what are we?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYNb0sM8Occ9CrdXf6fiLoavV9sD5Bb4Ll0Bza2uSHPh6DYYrBR9L5PgQ1fqAOhVvl7osdLe3MdhStULb_AmYZ_aB5xb7tJ76jzNsDpKt-ypErVNIzg7GHinhCdZL96PV9bzmTKdcpBwY/s1600-h/DSCF8660.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252918410442583618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYNb0sM8Occ9CrdXf6fiLoavV9sD5Bb4Ll0Bza2uSHPh6DYYrBR9L5PgQ1fqAOhVvl7osdLe3MdhStULb_AmYZ_aB5xb7tJ76jzNsDpKt-ypErVNIzg7GHinhCdZL96PV9bzmTKdcpBwY/s400/DSCF8660.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><div>This morning turned out to be the warmest and sunniest day we've had since I returned from London. It's hard to wake up and find yourself in a dense room with the slightest wind and fresh hot air rushing through the half open window. The fact I went to bed last 'night' when the birds started their day didn't quite help me to keep my eyelids wide open…but I rushed out of bed right to my working desk (Ok, so I had some tea and cookies first) to continue something I've already started in London. I drew some of them on the plane back home and really felt the need to let it all out. To let what out? Wandering the streets and corners of a larger city always leads to harsh views, of brutality, poverty, loneliness. It all jumps at me at once sometimes.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCxTQ4jdVldHGHxtYOvbIby6SHQW094PuAN3MKB_0vks8l30t0KWAQ2leTHQKQiH0DA_yZUlguMpqcIen_Hc0_86ZC1HuApUoI6LoUhipXsppLqQ-SiWDTYOQggpf4lzc1o_j-PXNeJ1c_/s1600-h/DSCF8662.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252918411069042418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCxTQ4jdVldHGHxtYOvbIby6SHQW094PuAN3MKB_0vks8l30t0KWAQ2leTHQKQiH0DA_yZUlguMpqcIen_Hc0_86ZC1HuApUoI6LoUhipXsppLqQ-SiWDTYOQggpf4lzc1o_j-PXNeJ1c_/s400/DSCF8662.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I saw a beautiful sun shining in the sky, but I knew I had different views in my eyes.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuT2UxP1jSqegKKJhrnCd79fl4ujCATdnvsgZ14aiEzJI8BcJIt6B_WP4CGjydP5rYr-2GLbdQkze3aWTWZ8rQEch_QMNL1-Y_UjxbYsaDQia-9yZnfDwnXYUs-sGmyqHLe-Is3ThcALeT/s1600-h/DSCF8664.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252918414246903794" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px" height="395" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuT2UxP1jSqegKKJhrnCd79fl4ujCATdnvsgZ14aiEzJI8BcJIt6B_WP4CGjydP5rYr-2GLbdQkze3aWTWZ8rQEch_QMNL1-Y_UjxbYsaDQia-9yZnfDwnXYUs-sGmyqHLe-Is3ThcALeT/s400/DSCF8664.JPG" width="317" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVI_yo2tHn6rSgnZWyPEb7vi3Pier-Pu99nnNaacZBHHi9v6_6MAsuaWGHBv_frE-_vi6OHktBogvyJqYg6unu5uktR4iXxD0OnyXees6fuRy8IhJTPwH7CZr3VM4OUcVNqzNbcGnnZd0Q/s1600-h/DSCF8667.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252918412672963330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVI_yo2tHn6rSgnZWyPEb7vi3Pier-Pu99nnNaacZBHHi9v6_6MAsuaWGHBv_frE-_vi6OHktBogvyJqYg6unu5uktR4iXxD0OnyXees6fuRy8IhJTPwH7CZr3VM4OUcVNqzNbcGnnZd0Q/s400/DSCF8667.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-23757379190677747632008-09-29T17:26:00.008+03:002008-09-29T17:58:38.777+03:00Tal's Adventures in Wonderland: Part 1<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9AfLefhqeHt6U4uyNqGxNDMgjpDdEiPT4zpEGBS-UyhZrPLcwwlcw6ymkt6M6OgJbxv0cVq0uPaZugdttKi9D6Sk7v79oMS5ElYgPyDierZyewBMzCZSn7jrYvO7qR6OIvBSyhfqwR13i/s1600-h/DSCF8610.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251455310863275218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9AfLefhqeHt6U4uyNqGxNDMgjpDdEiPT4zpEGBS-UyhZrPLcwwlcw6ymkt6M6OgJbxv0cVq0uPaZugdttKi9D6Sk7v79oMS5ElYgPyDierZyewBMzCZSn7jrYvO7qR6OIvBSyhfqwR13i/s400/DSCF8610.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>After two whole weeks in <strong>London</strong> I'm back to the blogging world satisfied and relatively calmer. Though I could always use another vacation obviously…the world is too big and lots more to see every day.<br />I had my first <strong>'Blind date'</strong> with one of the most talented and sweet people from the blogging planet, <strong><em>Thereza</em></strong>, as you may know as <a href="http://www.tinyreddesign.com/">Tiny Red</a>, a very colourful and joyful character herself.:)<br />I think we both came with different visions in our heads as we imagined each other according to the little story we tend to build once looking at each other's blogs and art. Meeting in person is obviously much more appealing and I just had the loveliest afternoon with Thereza, drinking tea and hot chocolate, taking pictures of pretty much everything (my fingernails for example) and getting to know the person behind the written words. Later she took me to a brilliant designer bookstore and handmade goodies shop.<br /></div><br /><div>Thank you Thereza for this wonderful experience! This blog has influenced me to meet lovely people who share my own passion in life. A wonderful opportunity which I appreciate so much.:)<br />I feel a bit silly as I made a wee drawing for you Thereza but forgot to give it to you from all of the excitement. haha I'll keep it for now as a reminder…;)<br /></div><div>If you wondered, I'm the one with the old unattractive brown boots. Though I bought a new pair during my stay there, so please don't question my taste.:) <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66NVE5E-ksn09DySUa6JlT4_1G58AHgrf8HXzv7pgZ1xlE-qL0mTSGJKhN4bBZAtYD_5VMaOZEvA4bCywG5OSjB4DcrBgNtb30HN1pqvrGn16kZhKT3LoaHaKiTN4T6O0u0SnFrP5lGqP/s1600-h/DSCF8597.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251455301566934050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66NVE5E-ksn09DySUa6JlT4_1G58AHgrf8HXzv7pgZ1xlE-qL0mTSGJKhN4bBZAtYD_5VMaOZEvA4bCywG5OSjB4DcrBgNtb30HN1pqvrGn16kZhKT3LoaHaKiTN4T6O0u0SnFrP5lGqP/s400/DSCF8597.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbkhemSDFBJKd4MBLwb5M0H-QjiMSMTGC-2cTl49ioxlCDddI4NHVGNaWQ7nRW3Zwl7RO0vk5qpo8xEzCDWVc-LdmBeDeID6umms-sdFOUV6GgBzGx3bFtl6049Xg9tOIeAFzSotGctzP/s1600-h/DSCF8602.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251457063628497106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbkhemSDFBJKd4MBLwb5M0H-QjiMSMTGC-2cTl49ioxlCDddI4NHVGNaWQ7nRW3Zwl7RO0vk5qpo8xEzCDWVc-LdmBeDeID6umms-sdFOUV6GgBzGx3bFtl6049Xg9tOIeAFzSotGctzP/s400/DSCF8602.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYjZbmgcYb39FekgSfCiWBHdTXXK_GWDG5Jk7jd74GtOcM2P2Fcu5XD4ShhIMhuIPYr3AYW-kmfTF6FMHRbIrutC_3AempFxvhFVCC6mgthuoKVRdrjZyGPlAZrO2x0gay_jdKjLpTn9g/s1600-h/DSCF8598.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251455303731528290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYjZbmgcYb39FekgSfCiWBHdTXXK_GWDG5Jk7jd74GtOcM2P2Fcu5XD4ShhIMhuIPYr3AYW-kmfTF6FMHRbIrutC_3AempFxvhFVCC6mgthuoKVRdrjZyGPlAZrO2x0gay_jdKjLpTn9g/s400/DSCF8598.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh12qjdj3LVZ-0bpGp5nuo2z-MeYY4tGqCofVMGSsTdK_j74vejJpaFyE2q4O7ZqfnEuciMe8rShdQIswYBCR9fpCDSMegoKDqb4uorr_w0rpq_BuZLQN8MSN7rU8rjvfVtYbEue3GkGyTf/s1600-h/DSCF8607.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251457068191351410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh12qjdj3LVZ-0bpGp5nuo2z-MeYY4tGqCofVMGSsTdK_j74vejJpaFyE2q4O7ZqfnEuciMe8rShdQIswYBCR9fpCDSMegoKDqb4uorr_w0rpq_BuZLQN8MSN7rU8rjvfVtYbEue3GkGyTf/s400/DSCF8607.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZvF-CdQ51AnrZvlu2fMOWkhsRSvHb1fpIDIMQxMW3OP8jruNqQiLLIJMWTZ1vYfzVQJLXg_gjIIL4YVOCb3Rz6WJd-K1FEl-SegdK2xEpHHRVEVwQcYPZVwSLYikpjg7z7i7nqatYY6S/s1600-h/DSCF8608.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251455305971865618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZvF-CdQ51AnrZvlu2fMOWkhsRSvHb1fpIDIMQxMW3OP8jruNqQiLLIJMWTZ1vYfzVQJLXg_gjIIL4YVOCb3Rz6WJd-K1FEl-SegdK2xEpHHRVEVwQcYPZVwSLYikpjg7z7i7nqatYY6S/s400/DSCF8608.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qSdeyYnSPcZVe7-2UKA0RSt-Lb4Cq-DtE7VxnfbK6DwUZgRXsG-EeJRqNKEuZeDX0mhDoTchjakH7iu1kGnRcqfa-Kliu1QjUMqid9HB5ZukV58-KXzQE6dk_bJXYyhQJ0s8e0BN_-0H/s1600-h/DSCF8603.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251455304942261378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qSdeyYnSPcZVe7-2UKA0RSt-Lb4Cq-DtE7VxnfbK6DwUZgRXsG-EeJRqNKEuZeDX0mhDoTchjakH7iu1kGnRcqfa-Kliu1QjUMqid9HB5ZukV58-KXzQE6dk_bJXYyhQJ0s8e0BN_-0H/s400/DSCF8603.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-7201912480480488472008-09-13T13:03:00.006+03:002008-09-13T22:14:09.419+03:00Dreaming of London<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FFTOT_hlb4YxGf3reuG6UIZcSvIRBUITteILdrHeeFM2oja2N0G6K057p95jncd8kIotw2eWEvqNr7Ap9uYNK7MpnDJct7HtrjPrEU8IY2yrTmIMkTFtFcWJ-IjSxkJD3NSuXcpATA8w/s1600-h/DSCF8289.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245446619407073826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FFTOT_hlb4YxGf3reuG6UIZcSvIRBUITteILdrHeeFM2oja2N0G6K057p95jncd8kIotw2eWEvqNr7Ap9uYNK7MpnDJct7HtrjPrEU8IY2yrTmIMkTFtFcWJ-IjSxkJD3NSuXcpATA8w/s400/DSCF8289.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">It seems as I'm drifting from here to there rather than staying at home lately.<br />The need to experience the world has pushed me from <strong>Berlin</strong> to <strong>London</strong>, trying to exploit the opportunity and free time I have before starting <strong><em>Bezalel Art Academy</em></strong> on November, as I know I'm going to have four demanding hectic years. Hectic, but challenging in a good way, exciting I'm sure since this is it, my passion in life, graphic design and art in general. I'm still overwhelmed by the thought of actually learning what I desire and dreamt of ever since I can remember myself.<br /><br />Now is my last (ok, not LAST last) chance to feel that freedom of those wanderings around the world, to feel surrounded by that wonderful feeling of inspirational environments. I will see your pretty faces (words perhaps) in about two weeks or so.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Oh London, I've always felt this is my second home. Art galleries and design around every corner. Small cafes I can enjoy for hours with tempting looking pastries and food markets I can't wait to explore (and share with you guys of course!).<br />I will miss you all (again!). Have a great time while I'm gone, enjoy doing what you 'are', or something like that…:)<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">me x</div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-85002796274902730162008-09-12T00:33:00.012+03:002008-09-12T02:30:07.058+03:00Berlin " Yummy yummy I've got veggies in my tummy"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNpobnii6NlHJVDy550TOhdCTGDn_ve_0Djt_S8J2_PecMHTP3exsY2OyVB9ZWbu6DyeoS9IZ_yk1Zcg-ugVHbmWxhW_iu45z2ZGtbPItDZAdvaEg1L6lc7mPgm7sKeJLruD_JVHejqsvW/s1600-h/DSCF7789.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244886764673859522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNpobnii6NlHJVDy550TOhdCTGDn_ve_0Djt_S8J2_PecMHTP3exsY2OyVB9ZWbu6DyeoS9IZ_yk1Zcg-ugVHbmWxhW_iu45z2ZGtbPItDZAdvaEg1L6lc7mPgm7sKeJLruD_JVHejqsvW/s400/DSCF7789.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi50k1veLSMObEAZYLA8WPqNKgCdx1pgp1qUVQSz5F4fNwbSPY8BIEZ7TQiWW-0FWs-6pH8NKSA2gYqrIx6sMIxp3_Zx87B0MmZ57mCWpV0zwdeag3xivyHJy0uxn64ljx_y2JbJ5z14_T8/s1600-h/DSCF7972.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244886770713133202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi50k1veLSMObEAZYLA8WPqNKgCdx1pgp1qUVQSz5F4fNwbSPY8BIEZ7TQiWW-0FWs-6pH8NKSA2gYqrIx6sMIxp3_Zx87B0MmZ57mCWpV0zwdeag3xivyHJy0uxn64ljx_y2JbJ5z14_T8/s400/DSCF7972.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="justify">As a food lover, a part of my trip has to contain that passion of mine of finding new ingredients I can't find at my local organic markets, and obviously enjoy <strong>good food</strong>. In my case, when I say good food I mean <strong>fresh, vegetarian, preferred organic that fits my budget</strong>. In recent years I haven't done those food researches I'm doing right before I'm flying somewhere and therefore found myself being forced to eat at places that didn't serve my kind of food. But believe it or not, I found my way in Berlin, among its massive sausages industry and creamy unfamiliar mashes. There is something reassuring in finding fresh quality food ahead. Now I'm not talking about fancy gourmet quality food, as I simply enjoy a bunch of seasoned vegetables lying happily on my plate.<br /><strong>Give me any fresh veggie and I'm a happy camper! :)</strong> I can't tell you how much I enjoyed the organic German veggies I found in my big colorful salads everyday. They were so vibrant and fresh that the colors just shown through. I've never seen a lettuce in such bright green before. Do I sound deranged while talking about vegetables? Perhaps. But I realized that is how I should always eat them. That is how they're supposed to look, taste and smell. And sadly enough I'm not used to this kind of fresh products back at home.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2S7iUcDNZURrIGHhu0-2P6K9YpWL2wss1q0C9Wzqcx6lKHMepAruTiA1KywcPJ2di6s5qh7cl1RBrnHLcIXGYT_pmamtr52wPi73g6KGBhNV38KX7wtF0gJHSR0WCmzZ0SLVk6lb9MHM/s1600-h/DSCF7860.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244886772926375890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2S7iUcDNZURrIGHhu0-2P6K9YpWL2wss1q0C9Wzqcx6lKHMepAruTiA1KywcPJ2di6s5qh7cl1RBrnHLcIXGYT_pmamtr52wPi73g6KGBhNV38KX7wtF0gJHSR0WCmzZ0SLVk6lb9MHM/s400/DSCF7860.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">If you plan on visiting Berlin any time soon, here is a short list of some nice food places where I found my desired simple and comforting vegetarian food:<br /><em><span style="color:#66cccc;">Seerose</span></em> - a very cute buffet and salad bar, where I only chose the cold combination with salads and whole grains, as the warm dishes looked a bit heavy on the creamy side (though I think it was all vegan). Mehringdamm 47. Open Mon-Sat 8.00-24.00, Sun 12.00-22.00<br /><em><span style="color:#66cccc;">Einhorn Mommsenstrasse</span></em> - a delicious buffet of warm dishes and cold interesting salads. Mommsenstr 2.<br /><em><span style="color:#66cccc;">Weilands Wellfood</span></em> - organic and health food restaurant. Not all the menu is vegetarian but everything is organic, fresh and well made. I got a hugeee fresh looking salad along with spelt penne in carrot sauce. Very interesting. Marlene-Dietrich-Platz 1, the second one in Platz vor dem Neuen Tor 5.<br />There are loads of other bio supermarkets and organic stores with prepared food such as <em><span style="color:#66cccc;">Fresh N Friends Foodstore</span></em> and <em><span style="color:#66cccc;">Gorilla</span> </em>chain.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRivraZassLf3hZWdrR7j1yzML5Ufqj9JJgIMD87lyQ2FhHSidr8xqILQbKeCkyTMj1ek02fFNJbjCDOYWDqgxAokdth7eexcdzcb_PuUvGc8mVTmxuxFvUYFw7HzyjlCdLUfqg7tNRWKW/s1600-h/DSCF8246.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244884378751186770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRivraZassLf3hZWdrR7j1yzML5Ufqj9JJgIMD87lyQ2FhHSidr8xqILQbKeCkyTMj1ek02fFNJbjCDOYWDqgxAokdth7eexcdzcb_PuUvGc8mVTmxuxFvUYFw7HzyjlCdLUfqg7tNRWKW/s400/DSCF8246.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonrfL7ZJIbN6Ov4RDilYcXajGui6yDXIIU7DyssCudGUK2RndW3yFFeeMN6HldVd52yb2pYXF5J2H5UKpafIISpGC0vJ-NrcgcRLvuhtPQRopJflDdNPO9y2vA7rHsXLMwUw9kCPV30Bx/s1600-h/DSCF8271.JPG"></a><br />I also managed to find a few interesting stuff in many of those bio organic stores they have there (lucky them!). I finally put my hands upon a nice looking <strong>walnut oil</strong>! It's not that rare, but at least where I come from, it couldn't be found ANYWHERE. And my summer salads pleaded for a fresh drizzle of that nutty flavor that surprises your taste buds in every bite. I love it. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tu34OQcwAdoPLQkF0wVixJcuFVqolnCqZjZ-hKB46ThdmBdTu8TxHNKEzcY5OnaDHDa9BFhvWGBwYYiMM4B8xzfT2eq2hRge5C7wR7hu5Jh5MhClA1e1jJQBhRxyzclH-4aeKC79sHkV/s1600-h/DSCF8239.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244884391529484690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tu34OQcwAdoPLQkF0wVixJcuFVqolnCqZjZ-hKB46ThdmBdTu8TxHNKEzcY5OnaDHDa9BFhvWGBwYYiMM4B8xzfT2eq2hRge5C7wR7hu5Jh5MhClA1e1jJQBhRxyzclH-4aeKC79sHkV/s400/DSCF8239.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2w8HPJ0pMziQmrsNw_evdP1cxkU4L-RYnTBxcPlWwKZAmASB-0bt6PMxBMx2OvQ4UoAW8U0j7KAs_INzeGJ6KTZ21xwVsO4EGqPQX7p5Wm_ao33SPiar_6Ach3bYYmRJI31492pK2R-8K/s1600-h/DSCF8137.JPG"></a><br />A much heavier product I found is a basket full of the loveliest kinds of <strong>pumpkin</strong> I have ever seen! Cute aliens look alike. I suspect they're more for decoration rather than for cooking as it appears a month before Halloween. But still, gorgeous crops! No matter it took half of the place in my baggage, it was a nice surprise for my mom who agreed I was crazy and LOVED it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDN-Wix5lxAa4wcs81_whVkEMDCiI_NndnfAd3BPRBMr6whDBuYi_3t94ZUTK6qFb7Sdy7RJIPH0V0M0EOw0gnoxwsRXV-6qHoDx-IY9rpVlxfE76Zcw8SAJq5O83Uy2qcIsVXxlDRhjCC/s1600-h/DSCF8190.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244884402111952338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDN-Wix5lxAa4wcs81_whVkEMDCiI_NndnfAd3BPRBMr6whDBuYi_3t94ZUTK6qFb7Sdy7RJIPH0V0M0EOw0gnoxwsRXV-6qHoDx-IY9rpVlxfE76Zcw8SAJq5O83Uy2qcIsVXxlDRhjCC/s400/DSCF8190.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHLykQMyjWeNkH7qIcU7vDbFc2xU0mqL1X2HwbuJNTaXtTtwHYynV59oJHaSuM8vPdY5bClVCdIEO0ztcmawLGzMArFnKzgCtkOzwCuJLjlHn8rwJhZ01WJwxZ71WDk7XUm9tRKikufSz/s1600-h/DSCF8236.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244893062791661074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHLykQMyjWeNkH7qIcU7vDbFc2xU0mqL1X2HwbuJNTaXtTtwHYynV59oJHaSuM8vPdY5bClVCdIEO0ztcmawLGzMArFnKzgCtkOzwCuJLjlHn8rwJhZ01WJwxZ71WDk7XUm9tRKikufSz/s400/DSCF8236.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify">I almost forgot about the delicious doughnuts... (Below the donuts lady)</div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Z8zQ5C8Wy5AeV3iAKl30sA2-blivFHE_LOR5JMIA0oXpm2JKQQj70l1AnEVwGN9p6kWmST4Fl8Ov9BScXiXS4AAQBwreEpPNoWOE5t0rObAILJ4cdOubI6mgt8jikxYFQ0pSWV5b7DBo/s1600-h/DSCF7818.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244886792682844818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Z8zQ5C8Wy5AeV3iAKl30sA2-blivFHE_LOR5JMIA0oXpm2JKQQj70l1AnEVwGN9p6kWmST4Fl8Ov9BScXiXS4AAQBwreEpPNoWOE5t0rObAILJ4cdOubI6mgt8jikxYFQ0pSWV5b7DBo/s400/DSCF7818.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-75319309746680830082008-09-10T10:48:00.011+03:002008-09-10T14:01:07.955+03:00Guten Morgen to you all<div align="justify">Ohh I just had the most amazing time in Berlin! It seemed quite short, but I felt every minute was being captured.:) I marked in my memory every Graffiti scribble, the old interesting structures that hid a whole history between their walls, the colorful flea markets and the unbelievable worn out nostalgic objects they sell these days, and believe it or not, I won't forget the <strong>organic vegetarian culinary experience</strong> I managed to draw within their mountains of sausages. But that's a different story, as I'm going to have a whole different chapter for the veggie food adventure.<br />The photos I took mainly represent the instant inspirational vibes I was getting while looking at their <strong>graffiti</strong> and bold colors, the combination between old and new, painful history alongside contemporary hard shaped technological buildings.<br />I found their <strong>flea markets</strong> especially interesting as many families took out all of their old and unused toys, nostalgic books, retro clothes and furniture that no longer stand out for their functionality, but for their personal history.<br />There's nothing like a vacation which you feel like 'taking all in', enjoying the moment and everything your eyes manage to catch.:)<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Hope you all enjoyed your week as well! *hugs*<br /><a 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Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-33815026077002838352008-08-29T01:41:00.006+03:002008-08-29T01:59:38.447+03:00"Eternal Thirst"... Berlin here I come.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgNuYeeoP_nsvZgbUY9e1NSag7AJI6C71ohoHd32aT2dS2CesGvBmPsx9_qzj5D8mfAMSPkLv8bcs0RV2IgDb2aCHpV0xVPbYeQYOS4c3VS4hZK6LwIVmtm6MQYA2LVQ7xDTvv0Hp0ZVr/s1600-h/DSCF7766.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239704354758017794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgNuYeeoP_nsvZgbUY9e1NSag7AJI6C71ohoHd32aT2dS2CesGvBmPsx9_qzj5D8mfAMSPkLv8bcs0RV2IgDb2aCHpV0xVPbYeQYOS4c3VS4hZK6LwIVmtm6MQYA2LVQ7xDTvv0Hp0ZVr/s400/DSCF7766.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhuUr1pnjh2t31F8O8imINb1XmPY8pl-HpikwzqvqCX3GcZUtorO5Xyd53WOxXnpqBKvIFKxWMs7QLzxRvQ5Br5-74PHHIClMOxlUHiAefBkwcDXHkGJgM2LRc7qtBpYDCC3Ef99w99k-/s1600-h/DSCF7777.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239704337660689106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhuUr1pnjh2t31F8O8imINb1XmPY8pl-HpikwzqvqCX3GcZUtorO5Xyd53WOxXnpqBKvIFKxWMs7QLzxRvQ5Br5-74PHHIClMOxlUHiAefBkwcDXHkGJgM2LRc7qtBpYDCC3Ef99w99k-/s400/DSCF7777.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhcR_46WcAlUVcpQnExpByLEJPFB4Zpc-6tN-ajfgf2eA7tc-q0Mpl5oGiBBtlxFDwtTHWReR-CvBppSaDgTrARDuh8OKqRZMYVIYZcLgMyb9Xy-ZG80zAPjr4MyRfZ_BWQs7gDbcI8kI/s1600-h/DSCF7782.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239704344181556850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhcR_46WcAlUVcpQnExpByLEJPFB4Zpc-6tN-ajfgf2eA7tc-q0Mpl5oGiBBtlxFDwtTHWReR-CvBppSaDgTrARDuh8OKqRZMYVIYZcLgMyb9Xy-ZG80zAPjr4MyRfZ_BWQs7gDbcI8kI/s400/DSCF7782.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">I have to say my goodbye for only a week, as I'm flying to <strong>Berlin</strong> tomorrow! This was all a total last minute kind of experience and I'm SO excited!! Can't wait to be thrown into a whole different background, atmosphere, air and alternative style. I believe this city has so much art to offer, so expect serious artistic influence and inspired works once I come back. I promise pictures and stories! :)<br />I desperately needed a break and some fresh air, and it began to show upon the "paper", or as a matter of fact on the <strong>carton box</strong>. A few days ago, right before I decided to book a flight, I had spent a few days sitting on the floor, as I took out the permanent markers I never thought I'd use again besides their usual task (to mark the carton boxes before moving to a new house.). I cut these boxes into smaller cardboards and painted whatever came to mind…not accidentally I painted boxed, rough graphic shapes with bold colors. "I live in a box". I drew a sealed, limited desert, a reconstructed world, rising through angles, squares and basically, not hard to spot, boxes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKa7-tL_cs-Qs3Nym8pSOxEI1i5ri729W63MAHDP_wjKFGsamzDITjLZiksueepz1XcuLZHNMeTtQok-7KQBJmTV8nd8md-gGvpVUFvksAL9LBmFIaTfds3vFu3YB69Rso9BnSfAEIhupn/s1600-h/DSCF7773.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239704333168535186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKa7-tL_cs-Qs3Nym8pSOxEI1i5ri729W63MAHDP_wjKFGsamzDITjLZiksueepz1XcuLZHNMeTtQok-7KQBJmTV8nd8md-gGvpVUFvksAL9LBmFIaTfds3vFu3YB69Rso9BnSfAEIhupn/s400/DSCF7773.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify">So you see, my current creative thought process needs a short vacation, which in my case means to change my environment and location, even for a little while, inhale a different kind of art, colors, smells, patterns, textures, people… Berlin's art in this case. And actually, ten days after I land, London. Yes…CAN'T WAIT.<br />I know it's only for a week but I'm really going to miss the writing in this blog, and your lovely comments that always push my farther.:)<br /></div><div align="justify">Promise me you'd have a brilliant creative week, set aside what you're doing, step outside and breathe that air slowly…let your mind drift a bit.<br /></div><div align="justify">Luv,<br />me x</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdqSjrcjEDj1GiztSLp3AVzYXb_bpHYH-rvKXsAe5Ff97sWIRlOeOV9jjkGM2Wc4aT4SqMud-G_03ZCumV3dCiRWQzITtro1fbkxKgYw99GxBemVl04YYRDN-9ic-Uk5QF0UqW_6RYNwIU/s1600-h/DSCF7770.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239704326217751426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdqSjrcjEDj1GiztSLp3AVzYXb_bpHYH-rvKXsAe5Ff97sWIRlOeOV9jjkGM2Wc4aT4SqMud-G_03ZCumV3dCiRWQzITtro1fbkxKgYw99GxBemVl04YYRDN-9ic-Uk5QF0UqW_6RYNwIU/s400/DSCF7770.JPG" border="0" /></a>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-52518296080765716772008-08-25T19:47:00.009+03:002008-08-25T20:29:22.766+03:00"Inspiration for sale"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj806_Wp18v96I4m63bs1JkiZGois3Ttd5e8j4ndAD63Jzfl61gwqgutKarC5EfYajPs4QCpGZDlIkp4L5N7fX2uOKx2H-jpNXjYoO00l7CT07ZMfFR2ydE1Hh6xOaP2_DkqPl9WGUTI5qZ/s1600-h/pictures23+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238506509919001570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj806_Wp18v96I4m63bs1JkiZGois3Ttd5e8j4ndAD63Jzfl61gwqgutKarC5EfYajPs4QCpGZDlIkp4L5N7fX2uOKx2H-jpNXjYoO00l7CT07ZMfFR2ydE1Hh6xOaP2_DkqPl9WGUTI5qZ/s400/pictures23+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Taking my weekly regular walks to the food market, is definitely one of my ways to feel reconnected with the ingredients I buy, and the whole <em>wandering-shopping-smelling-feeling</em> experience I just love to have in the middle of the week when I'm planning my next recipe and dish.<br />That fresh air is consisted mostly of vibrant colors, smells of fruit, exotic spices and baked goods.<br />This 'sensual' trip I've made into my routine begins once I walk by foot all the way downtown (it's not really <strong>down</strong>town as there are some major hills along the way), usually caring on one side a bag that is big enough to consume my sketchbook, pens, heavy wallet with enough change for the market, my sweet old heavy camera and some free space for the future spices that are about to spread their fresh ground aroma in this small air pocket.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawm5UDbJW2utvEOESSsSlEI5smHcJN136iWb5OkHrtbEzgmbSo2GwdZXc10RHdvjhjSobZObYjd-bv8kkiiNhl0S2MQj88Uslxwauf9lCZziTEXdHgIpJuE3eRHJ-t612SSxgzJjv_kUx/s1600-h/pictures23+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238503329660438754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawm5UDbJW2utvEOESSsSlEI5smHcJN136iWb5OkHrtbEzgmbSo2GwdZXc10RHdvjhjSobZObYjd-bv8kkiiNhl0S2MQj88Uslxwauf9lCZziTEXdHgIpJuE3eRHJ-t612SSxgzJjv_kUx/s400/pictures23+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc7qHm1cO_CtZiRV2XRnyyOYR6Ae2PazjUBU9hSk68IiHJWAbdQwhSG3TI8hz4kBbHz4pKJd-ScCeZ6W11fAM0wAtabVcpsKsDHc8DxP2QYUBDgdZG0tRv2UGYSCnJnX712wtMYV0EL6Ch/s1600-h/pictures23+006.jpg"></a><br />I must say that even on the hottest days when I'm feeling too exposed to the sun and heat, it's all worth it after I enter "Shuk Mahne Yehuda", stumbling upon a whole different world that shudders with such freshness diluted with an ancient vibration, as this market has been there for hundreds of years.<br />I thought of sharing some of those weekly photographs each week, and perhaps into my little blog's routine.:)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinP1zdSk_BhwMerbRvKr780q8BqpBzrO1u25-rPKXTRjSpm9Xc0HFAoNZjyCZDInXw6zd_dv_egVlM-3pQnTs2cXrYVh683gKyKQ5Jj2EkseiThgB63RzcNh_E5z0sy67aii0Y8sJ7k_br/s1600-h/pictures23+061.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238503336281898738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinP1zdSk_BhwMerbRvKr780q8BqpBzrO1u25-rPKXTRjSpm9Xc0HFAoNZjyCZDInXw6zd_dv_egVlM-3pQnTs2cXrYVh683gKyKQ5Jj2EkseiThgB63RzcNh_E5z0sy67aii0Y8sJ7k_br/s400/pictures23+061.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoUFgn8GhjvDmKtCpyKDM9lzcgJj_gOoiBMYXz5JzhRxDydE380gTOzb5bR4v1I7e2eHa-zi3mMp2n8EWbA01RtvRckYirYRLKpmF3_ixkxEoi0RjBDOiKKZlKipGAoxtk7bnoAUQiEIA/s1600-h/pictures23+033+version+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238503336005869586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoUFgn8GhjvDmKtCpyKDM9lzcgJj_gOoiBMYXz5JzhRxDydE380gTOzb5bR4v1I7e2eHa-zi3mMp2n8EWbA01RtvRckYirYRLKpmF3_ixkxEoi0RjBDOiKKZlKipGAoxtk7bnoAUQiEIA/s400/pictures23+033+version+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Now I must ask you all as I'm very curious when it comes to other people's inspirational sources…<strong>in which place or environment do you seek your inspiration?</strong> Is it someplace hectic, full of life, sounds, sights and smells, or perhaps your intimate workplace at your own cozy home?<br />Wherever you're heading tomorrow morning, there will always be that tiny well shaped stone situated along the road…and I just know I'd be the happiest girl at that moment for noticing it down at my feet.</div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdf5bcB2mivjNeWtnCsyIZB0wOD8PdKBolQMQ-_RmZvSCaKZMe4Lm-Bkon4SVYwfwW7pcS3RScHM0tn8TvrYkjf1gsAK5BIUoVAoI8Jk28WDUwnRiJtPTSlMvnHLz20Lx-KS_O_03C0POC/s1600-h/pictures23+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238503361151672882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdf5bcB2mivjNeWtnCsyIZB0wOD8PdKBolQMQ-_RmZvSCaKZMe4Lm-Bkon4SVYwfwW7pcS3RScHM0tn8TvrYkjf1gsAK5BIUoVAoI8Jk28WDUwnRiJtPTSlMvnHLz20Lx-KS_O_03C0POC/s400/pictures23+013.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-64344002163592877822008-08-20T13:42:00.008+03:002008-08-21T00:41:42.336+03:00Lines and Borders<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiitw15MzrlVi8xdZAwaVL18zM4tZr7piAoUV2AbtHUHWQzXRUaQzzIEmDe4vHrfXInjzUHU-aXFVgI7sjaoS87DYl8gtiHpUOXZi6pdMmTlufEzrs5xX2uR4pAkcKHrnSGI47wEq1pGA-H/s1600-h/DSCF7747.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236554131525488562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiitw15MzrlVi8xdZAwaVL18zM4tZr7piAoUV2AbtHUHWQzXRUaQzzIEmDe4vHrfXInjzUHU-aXFVgI7sjaoS87DYl8gtiHpUOXZi6pdMmTlufEzrs5xX2uR4pAkcKHrnSGI47wEq1pGA-H/s400/DSCF7747.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>Graphic illustration style</strong> plays another roll in my artlife lately, rather than indicating clear, distinct lines and shapes, I turned it into an emotional tool.<br />My hand works systematically and mechanically, trying to define each dot, but at the same time, being dictated by my current emotional state.<br />By the disoriented and unbalanced perspective I try to achieve that blurriness and uncertainty between the <strong>lines and borders</strong>. When is it a line, and when is it a border?<br />I'm feeling this drawing system is quite like a therapy actually. It feels a bit like a psychological analysis. There's something relaxing in working on those fine details with your hand.<br />I might as well say these lines dictate a rhythm, almost like in music. If you're familiar with <strong>Thom Yorke</strong>, the most brilliant musician and his recent solo album <em><strong>"The Eraser", </strong></em>you might feel what I have experienced; an emotional distorted electronic music, definitely not an oxymoron.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4QJ1nRBdT8nGnAOQbA_YvJQLmWPVu_-cvqav-wmj6NIcLnl7U4_A3jT5gzDwVWAQytSIaz__kQLlAHrMSwvSkqu5xDbi3JYWvz27ywNhsJqhDCkaYFZpXAjxzlV5jUMeRIFMeZsRcINdX/s1600-h/DSCF7739.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236554133765914658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4QJ1nRBdT8nGnAOQbA_YvJQLmWPVu_-cvqav-wmj6NIcLnl7U4_A3jT5gzDwVWAQytSIaz__kQLlAHrMSwvSkqu5xDbi3JYWvz27ywNhsJqhDCkaYFZpXAjxzlV5jUMeRIFMeZsRcINdX/s400/DSCF7739.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="justify">Any thoughts about the <em>not-so-cold</em> graphic style that by its rough and sharp quality can arouse deep emotions?<br />I know I may sound too serious at this early hour of the day, but after listening to some wonderful inspiring music this morning, I really felt like sharing this series of sketches. You know I'd love to hear your opinions and thoughts about it.<br /><br />Enjoy your Wednesday lovely people. </div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim125bgeaWXXBp9W_tSh4htN_kVoPB7vHgp8WZSTj2U6l9Ql-2sUnYQ_6rK8I-RBL12zgDXsI97Pqpd612BhNai2_YkLWcpAuItf9Fnj3Nx-Yurnq26ChnTXeSbQq2D23-tYQvHmdM7fvH/s1600-h/DSCF7761.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236554129082076738" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px" height="396" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim125bgeaWXXBp9W_tSh4htN_kVoPB7vHgp8WZSTj2U6l9Ql-2sUnYQ_6rK8I-RBL12zgDXsI97Pqpd612BhNai2_YkLWcpAuItf9Fnj3Nx-Yurnq26ChnTXeSbQq2D23-tYQvHmdM7fvH/s400/DSCF7761.JPG" width="366" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTybRw0ot7q9WTOCpQ8zQhurqy23exo8q_BB0rwkhTzmgHqEwoXFvpd0hZ2JIOrQvqVTHumac0QYdSHOHmExVk65HRUkn0SkNnXvNTg75XFzfg5oXQBzZwBWK6uzpbnJLIOMKGb6giYKm/s1600-h/DSCF7755.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236554118810425618" style="CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTybRw0ot7q9WTOCpQ8zQhurqy23exo8q_BB0rwkhTzmgHqEwoXFvpd0hZ2JIOrQvqVTHumac0QYdSHOHmExVk65HRUkn0SkNnXvNTg75XFzfg5oXQBzZwBWK6uzpbnJLIOMKGb6giYKm/s400/DSCF7755.JPG" width="366" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQugIV72bAQf8tTuVfXdoiwh09FbY1EI-zI8wc6L_sJvqNSHKmIKE_PCeUZQm6dw6mzGiA9tXZDAPruc9zn_dnfTluUEozHkarOxSQy7ud1-xevdEgZmHE1SVn4A-cy1h7Gaek7Lhh1qpr/s1600-h/DSCF7744.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236554126112989698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQugIV72bAQf8tTuVfXdoiwh09FbY1EI-zI8wc6L_sJvqNSHKmIKE_PCeUZQm6dw6mzGiA9tXZDAPruc9zn_dnfTluUEozHkarOxSQy7ud1-xevdEgZmHE1SVn4A-cy1h7Gaek7Lhh1qpr/s400/DSCF7744.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2w_wNguL-dIgAK6R_QPa1LN9ww9jb4OdlzaJxHvSMN4q9TF_esHjhT_us_vlIzqbljDGTkTi79VHMv17ZKcAnPgeEhXxYpw37Oe0K2_obpaEF81xoYUME7YT03UYgWflmTtIhVrPj4am/s1600-h/DSCF7756+version2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236555086457610210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2w_wNguL-dIgAK6R_QPa1LN9ww9jb4OdlzaJxHvSMN4q9TF_esHjhT_us_vlIzqbljDGTkTi79VHMv17ZKcAnPgeEhXxYpw37Oe0K2_obpaEF81xoYUME7YT03UYgWflmTtIhVrPj4am/s400/DSCF7756+version2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-30579321168629235012008-08-12T14:42:00.007+03:002008-08-12T14:59:07.871+03:00Colors, oh colors...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMchX1ZmOADjp668vjmFsJJJ39un48kmX7VqvgufDP70aGUD5AD8A4CXAsx3QjE3UNfdsEeL6MwcabUdZH7RWoU9g3yMTwoRStB43B05TL0HZuMn_wOPLn8HXbq6-cRhkSz-U-QL5EoCz/s1600-h/pictures32+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233597496974614562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMchX1ZmOADjp668vjmFsJJJ39un48kmX7VqvgufDP70aGUD5AD8A4CXAsx3QjE3UNfdsEeL6MwcabUdZH7RWoU9g3yMTwoRStB43B05TL0HZuMn_wOPLn8HXbq6-cRhkSz-U-QL5EoCz/s400/pictures32+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Sometimes I wonder how colors can hold up and build a whole new perspective out of plain white paper. At that exact moment, when my colored pencils touch the paper I'm obviously not always in full awareness and perhaps quite oblivious to this thought…This time, as I sat in front of my window (yes, AGAIN. I love to gaze and ponder, quite a hobby), staring right through that huge ugly building that is blocking my air and view, I realized it has to be my imagination that picks up my colors and paint. Because lets face it, that massive building I know well from childhood, is as thick as a brick wall, but inspiring nonetheless. These colorful quick sketches were made by my delude brain, and this time, I actually mean every word since I did have fever and felt so drained, mentally and physically. (It's the last time I'm going to mention the <em>chicken-who-must-not-be-named</em> illness I had...promise.) Moreover, I felt like my mind was clearer than ever, almost translucent, and my hands were thanking me for setting them loose as they wished. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">It's quite surreal how that building always develops into different views, a network of lines and an endless colorful perspective. Its rough rectangle shape has already turned abstract to my eyes.</div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibNeFCBbk2czYd0HF72Bikk5uLEm5HWV8cg9fQ_-oaqcBWADtu8J8T91g3037LDbOGcQK6Hfh4gTRDuvMKMQoEEJnz48yWL25bhe2vBHCEWCzfsbb9j3IE0d61BULZEOZIBQ5V5IkbGYsQ/s1600-h/pictures32+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233597501821232546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibNeFCBbk2czYd0HF72Bikk5uLEm5HWV8cg9fQ_-oaqcBWADtu8J8T91g3037LDbOGcQK6Hfh4gTRDuvMKMQoEEJnz48yWL25bhe2vBHCEWCzfsbb9j3IE0d61BULZEOZIBQ5V5IkbGYsQ/s400/pictures32+008.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKDlKdkw-78xy9tXdL6ez4FmTEXGsSNaRbPiq2kZld2uVvhkiLkt6up2hjNAavpbcKSlh5vSBaJ5q88z7_msT3O7I23pdFaRdh8kpHXfEUYJ9PftAX3RD7hCQzONAQMQYSQmd9v8bcyG2/s1600-h/pictures32+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233597498671180098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKDlKdkw-78xy9tXdL6ez4FmTEXGsSNaRbPiq2kZld2uVvhkiLkt6up2hjNAavpbcKSlh5vSBaJ5q88z7_msT3O7I23pdFaRdh8kpHXfEUYJ9PftAX3RD7hCQzONAQMQYSQmd9v8bcyG2/s400/pictures32+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfjAaQTfwo56Xk2ClZ385Ls0QrANquK88A2f46mFfzifb0n_uR7vQRBk5p7JGk5irtmsd3SEQgN6AQOXnAXHarrwR6b7DUNhOIV_x5klm1UD4OZX5qIRRD8HYFxQbfS5suPvrSM4l6JM7H/s1600-h/pictures32+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233597504045702434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfjAaQTfwo56Xk2ClZ385Ls0QrANquK88A2f46mFfzifb0n_uR7vQRBk5p7JGk5irtmsd3SEQgN6AQOXnAXHarrwR6b7DUNhOIV_x5klm1UD4OZX5qIRRD8HYFxQbfS5suPvrSM4l6JM7H/s400/pictures32+004.jpg" border="0" /></a>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-81586458308096575542008-08-08T00:58:00.006+03:002008-08-12T15:03:09.632+03:00'I am not really here...'<div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Nesting in between thick black hairs, observing the outside world through dark long vertical stripes that slash the views in front of my eyes.<br /></span></em></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVoq8SSvCN_lenNOMHhCVgI5d7uQwH3Hy48V2dIzpnlz312d0Wfr7_FnHquKadSuGAvnxhnkcdJCrJZD2M3hZOerNyRPdWUdk9JiFWslIJjdup5GX9Z0vHBUBXwCDBttwjSJTKJuorXUe/s1600-h/DSCF7590.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231904221056723282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVoq8SSvCN_lenNOMHhCVgI5d7uQwH3Hy48V2dIzpnlz312d0Wfr7_FnHquKadSuGAvnxhnkcdJCrJZD2M3hZOerNyRPdWUdk9JiFWslIJjdup5GX9Z0vHBUBXwCDBttwjSJTKJuorXUe/s400/DSCF7590.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">After some wanderings in lovely other blogs, I came across </span><a href="http://www.designformankind.com/"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Design For Mankind </span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">new beautiful mag issue that focuses this time on the theme <strong>Hair</strong>. A subject which seemed a bit peculiar at first, but then made my mind drift away down association and metaphor lane and made me draw these bits.<br />I found myself being confronted with this human corporeal decorative aspect which has been through metamorphosis and now holds a deeper meaning 'in its roots'.<br />Hiding behind what covers one's face, is one way to perceive its larger symbolic part in the distinction between adulthood and losing one's innocent and naive perspective on life in general and on self-growth in particular. I can't help myself from picturing the natural growth of the hair as a violent act of the body, which demands an early awareness and premature development. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpSy4XEzkirojDPbnGoS9OOs-_9GMxFjqqyn_i8OT2JWWzF-EkHttJLVd1UPWqp2YzKN8udAYXeafbzU1GASJyvRQw32suvSVUSJ7em-WmGai6Pb0_NGN-u5OltOs0Wn1sBaVnubS0fEwO/s1600-h/DSCF7592.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231904219884920418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpSy4XEzkirojDPbnGoS9OOs-_9GMxFjqqyn_i8OT2JWWzF-EkHttJLVd1UPWqp2YzKN8udAYXeafbzU1GASJyvRQw32suvSVUSJ7em-WmGai6Pb0_NGN-u5OltOs0Wn1sBaVnubS0fEwO/s400/DSCF7592.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Harsh words to describe such a wavy soft character like the Hair, but perhaps its legendary feel to it, conceals within its thick forest like appearance mysteriousness we haven't quite considered yet.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZ3P_nHcjggEcGOVIj2v72gEX3HAjOQiAj0M9RaR9teiUJ-TCgBMYBbCRiXNWywry_J8VQFhE9jK0Xkcycdi7Ms48z28D63ygoa7fDjjKz6E9wb0dt3kbU5ZADa7-cAnTOYg4dfOUqdQW/s1600-h/DSCF7588.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231904221969521042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZ3P_nHcjggEcGOVIj2v72gEX3HAjOQiAj0M9RaR9teiUJ-TCgBMYBbCRiXNWywry_J8VQFhE9jK0Xkcycdi7Ms48z28D63ygoa7fDjjKz6E9wb0dt3kbU5ZADa7-cAnTOYg4dfOUqdQW/s400/DSCF7588.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Have a lovely contemplative weekend you all...</span></div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-84009605366760358962008-08-03T20:42:00.012+03:002008-08-04T13:42:07.439+03:00The Barefoot Cake<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMp1tEvvFvHJhrdLKMEcPvP4rTN0vjiMprILojx6TFJm1uawpAftMeI05Oefksm8aElnHlNSGgfG7rnf0vGAyPOBS9Lt8MO_odbgq1tL1LoqOcNG9Qs7Vo7kBqKBVEKQUDYVtgpo1h7Hnt/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230378683156531202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMp1tEvvFvHJhrdLKMEcPvP4rTN0vjiMprILojx6TFJm1uawpAftMeI05Oefksm8aElnHlNSGgfG7rnf0vGAyPOBS9Lt8MO_odbgq1tL1LoqOcNG9Qs7Vo7kBqKBVEKQUDYVtgpo1h7Hnt/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">I thought this name best captures the simplicity of this light airy cake, which is taking me a bit off the usual healthy organic route I’m experimenting lately. But you see, there’s a reason for that. This old fashioned sponge cake (this name sounds much less appealing…as a kid I actually thought it was made out of a sponge…), contains white flour and granulated sugar, but the fact it consists mostly eggs (6 eggs) made it as a healthy dinner option at my house when I was little (You can only imagine my excitement and gratitude for eating a cake as a meal). This was my <strong>comfort cake</strong> by any means. I remember its wonderful airiness and fluffy moist texture conducted so perfectly only by my <strong>grandmother</strong>, who used to bake this as overly high golden puffed goodness with a thin crispy top. This cake didn’t need any attachments, as it stayed humble and plain in its appearance. Its soft <em>melt-on-your</em> tongue crumbs said it all.<br />Calling it <strong><em>The Barefoot Cake</em></strong> makes a lot of sense to me now, since there’re truly many memories and stories attached to its flavor which keeps on bringing nostalgic moments. It was usually made as a ‘welcome home’ surprise, and actually was made by my grandmother years and years back as the ‘end of the week’ cake for my little mother (it’s weird to call her this way) at the time.<br />Ok, So it seems like this simple cake only brings me to the point of endless rambling, but it’s only because I’ve been quite obsessed with trying to duplicate my grandma’s perfect result I haven’t tasted anywhere else. And yes, her cake was THAT good.<br />Last night, as a ‘welcome home’ surprise for my brother, I’ve decided to try again and bake this marvelous cake, <strong>leave it naked</strong> (ok, it was only HALF-naked…I put some hot melting chocolate on the side, accompanied by creamy coffee ice cream) and even <strong>invite my grandma</strong> to observe the outcome. I was quite nervous since this sweet old lady knew her way in the kitchen back in her days, producing flawless cakes.<br /><strong>How hard can it be to follow up a recipe you ask and still mess it up?</strong> Well, it is <strong>very possible</strong>, after my grandmother’s original recipe got lost somehow (she didn't need one anyway since she baked it with her eyes closed) while the baking temperature is still an issue. And don’t you dare think I’m even suggesting my sweet naive nana is behind all this…<br />Lets also not forget the separated eggs procedure and the beating of the egg whites I’m usually trying do avoid (but no more!). One of my last attempts is still well marked in my memory.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiY5TPbnjINTUX3-SJTgKwLwhw1thqz3IJC5Sa1XtQq92huxUY8zJXGwA0rH89aIv9aPTP3F78mnpUZTcJqW6dXCiNfD3j_CJ1W6T916bNxw0_tRNPku5UBsWl-VsI16s8tDSdD3D4-lhw/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230378678368721202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiY5TPbnjINTUX3-SJTgKwLwhw1thqz3IJC5Sa1XtQq92huxUY8zJXGwA0rH89aIv9aPTP3F78mnpUZTcJqW6dXCiNfD3j_CJ1W6T916bNxw0_tRNPku5UBsWl-VsI16s8tDSdD3D4-lhw/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><br />As you might have guessed, Last night’s dinner was indeed “The Barefoot”, this time <strong>MY version to my grandmother’s legendary sponge cake</strong>, and it might not contain any whole wheat or grains but it remains the same comforting mount of sweet peaks I remembered from my childhood. The final result turned out really good if you wondered, and even my grandma gave her approval (and that’s an achievement in itself). Yet somehow it wasn’t just like my nana’s original flavor and feel to it. I guess that would keep me busy for the years to come.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtYrg1xe7oqEhbMc748c-2lrgiSZJLQxb8rcecyumIZSbVUl1c04-VcHMaNUqS3uxzTaI7KO1M0bh9LdvJY1O27Ppp0siwo8ovK50OJW1nNBMV2b1mwmEV2SXVhsSWFI9S9sY9P0uyBzq/s1600-h/pictures33+121version2.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230378690115202866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtYrg1xe7oqEhbMc748c-2lrgiSZJLQxb8rcecyumIZSbVUl1c04-VcHMaNUqS3uxzTaI7KO1M0bh9LdvJY1O27Ppp0siwo8ovK50OJW1nNBMV2b1mwmEV2SXVhsSWFI9S9sY9P0uyBzq/s400/pictures33+121version2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#333333;"> </div></span></span><em><strong></strong></em><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#333333;"><em><strong>My grandmother’s Barefoot Cake</strong><br /><br />6 separated eggs, at room temperature<br />1 cup sugar (I believe my grandma used a bit less)<br />1 tbsp finely grated lemon zest<br />1 tsp pure vanilla extract<br />Pinch of salt<br />2 tbsp canola oil<br />1 cup flour<br /><br />* * *<br />Preheat the oven to 170°C (325F) and grease a 26 cm (10-inch) round cake pan.<br />Combine the egg yolks, 1/3 cup sugar, salt, vanilla extract and lemon zest and beat at high speed until thick and light in color. Gradually add in the oil.<br /><br />In a different clean bowl, beat the egg whites at medium speed until soft peaks are formed. On high speed, gradually add the remaining sugar (2/3 cup) and beat until the egg whites are stiff but still moist.<br /><br />Pour half of the egg yolks mixture over the egg whites, sift half of the flour on top and fold until nearly incorporated. Repeat with the remaining egg yolks mixture and flour until combined.<br /><br />Pour the batter into the pan in the lower third of the oven and bake for about 30 minutes until puffed and golden. Reduce the temperature to 150°C (300F) and bake for about 10-15 minutes until a toothpick inserted in the middle comes out clean.<br />Allow to cool for at least 45 minutes before removing it from the pan.<br /><br /></em><strong>I hope you have at least one special grandma who can bake this wonderful puffed golden delight for you. </div></strong></span></span>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-49723848711715671912008-07-29T20:01:00.015+03:002008-07-30T02:52:07.384+03:00Inspiration has not been lost...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEs5ULAqaCqW4aAILz8I5OzO68qdkECP-rcnXtT1Ow2QcY2qkSSsH0X54x661_adQkWA0nqgIapYBiEBuugbSbUBhK6ES4hnAoAtDqRr6GMMA0ztQp4eVNzfpl9Am2kCH68FWdj-awd_7/s1600-h/pictures30+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228507859246090130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEs5ULAqaCqW4aAILz8I5OzO68qdkECP-rcnXtT1Ow2QcY2qkSSsH0X54x661_adQkWA0nqgIapYBiEBuugbSbUBhK6ES4hnAoAtDqRr6GMMA0ztQp4eVNzfpl9Am2kCH68FWdj-awd_7/s400/pictures30+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">You might have noticed my <strong>sudden disappearance</strong>. I know I <strong>have</strong>. More than it was noticeable, it was unbearable for me.<br />And I owe it all to the disease I got and since I’m trying to keep this place aesthetic as possible, I’d spare you with details regarding the chicken pox that has decided to knock (peck) on my door (yes. In MY age).<br />Call it destiny, Satan’s envy or grumpy gods my beloved computer dropped dead on me when I most needed it, on Tuesday, July 24th. May it rest in peace.<br />So how did I survive you ask?<br />In order to keep my sanity and sustain my half clear mind, I found myself being comforted by my colored pencils, drawing pens, watercolors and sketchbooks that kept me working most of the days (and nights).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizLolrvJnOlb3sR2XOOUu3aERaExo8Uuv7PTpds1vWMK6f_7nBHhhHi9XpzBsd9t2pM_SwWcOfnPq99IK8sYNfSIfr9Jb30nFEZ4HJ9ZPtaWypc5Vrn0Ttk8JcELhQHMfvc1WO0N6Pa7-T/s1600-h/pictures30+008.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVoimPXQzcHj3XD-6Kb4ZlwYRdh1ZwV9rbtvTkVrMA5CLlxqJG2wlyBdC7Rsq6W5QVCSoMlBC6NrV5CyKDu9ww7Bo2jMvDX8rd2wwNPjGWhiKO0KOoXSGTfwMyv1bjA9cByg1Ymfq3sna/s1600-h/pictures30+008.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhMfi5OhNKcC98S6ES6XTAWSHzVYpro0iv-qrSuJHK6hGLZtFI2qRpmvJgiBaIKUt0MRyRO3XYNTHrHifEoNr6fk2Vwt8STQpRin1rw7NTpjPr-0oEhdR00DkJvLrrcXMoYhtTugye6II/s1600-h/pictures30+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228555695358223682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhMfi5OhNKcC98S6ES6XTAWSHzVYpro0iv-qrSuJHK6hGLZtFI2qRpmvJgiBaIKUt0MRyRO3XYNTHrHifEoNr6fk2Vwt8STQpRin1rw7NTpjPr-0oEhdR00DkJvLrrcXMoYhtTugye6II/s400/pictures30+008.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">It was wonderful to hold my old quartered in height colored pencils from my childhood again, getting inspired by the silence I haven’t experienced for a while.<br />Sometimes we seek our inspiration elsewhere, but my <strong>fingers</strong> showed my otherwise by grabbing my old pencils. <em>They</em> <strong>sat </strong>me down in front of the window (the very same famous window I already mentioned before), and <strong>taught</strong> me to breathe the chilled darkness of the night and look at the fragile beams of light coming from a few lightened windows and porches.<br />I was obviously depressed from my currant physical and emotional states + I lost my <em>plug-in-best-friend</em>, so <strong>creating with my hands</strong> and <strong>being inspired</strong> even between my 4 bedroom-walls, REALLY helped my healing process and made this whole time much more enjoyable.<br />So I'm showing a sneak peek at some of the projects I’ve been busy with during this whole time.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiTsMEGDHjb-mpJ9N-YirLEhhrSozMBtvF6hLLhoWggWF2uTCUhk7lGEvHoOddEhK5DGpdThsHJIxBu5XHI8Vtz1sdAqAh5qCaJjcIduRO_tu1MKAGaqjPt5A-0-lHGfch7hPSYM0PScd9/s1600-h/pictures30+053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228507898125696130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiTsMEGDHjb-mpJ9N-YirLEhhrSozMBtvF6hLLhoWggWF2uTCUhk7lGEvHoOddEhK5DGpdThsHJIxBu5XHI8Vtz1sdAqAh5qCaJjcIduRO_tu1MKAGaqjPt5A-0-lHGfch7hPSYM0PScd9/s400/pictures30+053.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Needless to say (but I’m obviously going to say it anyway) I SO missed the writing in my blog, and missed all of YOU, whoever keeps on following my words. I realized how nice it is to meet truly nice people through mutual passions.:)<br />I should also add <em><strong>Welcome in new comers!</strong></em> Thanks for leaving lovely comments on my art works.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigK1y5TGX0WKFCPAbFBveHPqQPLtfAg-vtHCbB4VlYVBUwTomx-jmI9O6iWYx1JN8f-iVZajhkpUacBh2p0BoRg_7xPDU3UnWJyfVgMoIXMWb0OigeJ5Jum3DEdmpx0a3QfPNjkqCSOvVf/s1600-h/pictures31+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228507918189204946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigK1y5TGX0WKFCPAbFBveHPqQPLtfAg-vtHCbB4VlYVBUwTomx-jmI9O6iWYx1JN8f-iVZajhkpUacBh2p0BoRg_7xPDU3UnWJyfVgMoIXMWb0OigeJ5Jum3DEdmpx0a3QfPNjkqCSOvVf/s400/pictures31+004.jpg" border="0" /></a>I swear on my departed computer, expect many <strong>fresh posts of new organic works and food</strong> (I’ve been having ideas for some sweet baked goodies), once I get my shiny new computer *covers dead computer’s ears* AND *crosses my fingers* get the backup for all the material I might have lost along with its sudden crash. Hope you all had <strong>an inspirational week</strong> to keep you on doing the things you really love, that define who you are and just make you want to be <em><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong>here</strong></span></em> and <em><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong>now</strong></span></em>.</span> </div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-36979801992626014612008-07-21T02:02:00.025+03:002008-07-22T19:15:04.436+03:00"It Was Dark Still When I Came"<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB410VicRJHhOW8712iZzYu-Wx9RLeoxRC_ZSlaEus2m4Bva7MjHb7w20gGxhAxx-JlHLoavQTA1yrepDShNH-VQaFWyAxrEeKf9nbj_PNhE5xMGWGB1mwlIhP-_9wNzibMT8BVnntyTSn/s1600-h/pictures29+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225462823579204258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB410VicRJHhOW8712iZzYu-Wx9RLeoxRC_ZSlaEus2m4Bva7MjHb7w20gGxhAxx-JlHLoavQTA1yrepDShNH-VQaFWyAxrEeKf9nbj_PNhE5xMGWGB1mwlIhP-_9wNzibMT8BVnntyTSn/s200/pictures29+072.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">I thought to share my latest works, all fresh from the last few days which may seem more of a concept at the moment, but hopefully will be developed and be a part of an intensive creative process. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1IBaE0h-fRGezkQ3Yx9yhls_YrsCv98uWvKdm0TBvnZLGhgxM0MYN7_hjD8aSQQ35SHxpYY5KIK62OW3zgg4lFughi1KKVDYvcVlESwS83zEqSOpZv-7NMul9sKnmu3lHeGB0VSj1EVQa/s1600-h/pictures29+072.jpg"></a><br />These little colorful bits of illustrations, came to mind on one of those nights I just can't put my eyes to sleep (they have lives of their own, I tell you). And as I made it into a habit of my lately, I wandered to my wide open window across the room, settled myself with a pink wool blanket and leaned backwards so I could only see the dark black sky, weaved with thousands of bright stars, circling the moon with its blinding glow. I don't recall ever seeing the moon (which I know very well, since it looks at me from above every night) THIS bright, hanging <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Mw0x_3RL6GpBOmesyCPFgATZPRZ8z4qhbTogNcQcf85EZ-R0hU-N89gOR-mjMTaDpdsJw9U0UHgBYjCaUQD691jkxBkkpey2ZXbZaemAC6pB4ZK6a88T7JKBthx2aHZ_DbtLrrbg2eHh/s1600-h/pictures29+094.jpg"></a>in blackness like a lighting bulb, a white clear spot that slashed the dark <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk8yEqf8gQ5zwRYQfBL2JrgoauUWGX6-ye-uEqrZVb1u9UuTJoC7jibGhAxOkrDQ0dXYANQ-qkIyvCfNPIB9rsDsgfVjGBRXm7NUW4JIPZZlfrvuLSmrhsWS4v7R9zB-GZW7acLsqJaQI3/s1600-h/pictures29+094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225468432672083394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="289" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk8yEqf8gQ5zwRYQfBL2JrgoauUWGX6-ye-uEqrZVb1u9UuTJoC7jibGhAxOkrDQ0dXYANQ-qkIyvCfNPIB9rsDsgfVjGBRXm7NUW4JIPZZlfrvuLSmrhsWS4v7R9zB-GZW7acLsqJaQI3/s320/pictures29+094.jpg" width="192" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIqdQ7hzEUodNz5lFUJEjJtDoMLYEnkPm38QvxHXp-Z8YDNSIbNitY0Qs-Z5IVEBootYHa0bwcxfEbvEM99kTCvV5V1JylQQAh14b_r52u7QmIwYx9KtkZ_WHFu26UODE5Gwkwsbf95Eac/s1600-h/pictures29+094.jpg"></a>sky.<br />Its shimmering light, after staring it for a while, actually hurt my eyes and I had to look away, divert my look as if I was staring at the shining sun.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVD0IBa8PKDUZ8-flZT_FK-JMbthO-83fcBHZbExKAfrkvlm6p_mVaBm7A6fvgtJyDXuMgPKjK6TB7VmsITRT-u9hxutIaRJ6UAoWkbmLznbdQYqWBDPDZmJcoWexG77zwlva29DGZLud/s1600-h/pictures29+094.jpg"></a><br />Now as for the 'Eyes concept' I've always been obsessed with, seems to produce endless metaphors, shapeless ideas and thoughts about this quirky glossy organ and romantic-like shaped. It's kept well behind thick eyelashes, and its evasive white looks as slippery and fragile as an egg.<br />I had a vision of thousands of tiny googly eyes, floating in air, like small shivery balls in bold colors, almost like <strong>colorful candies made out of glass.</strong> </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMMuX0Dnldpv8-OfUaNiRam9P6PXKv_-oshxFBBvL23pnp8byPci6fMDkoB-LSW7fH9i_b9jOp1Yxyz3BhUagwqKGsVtl8eC3rFgMN_WciFvUQwbWdy6PPF9K6PM9FH9HKVyw_Vi8zNpO/s1600-h/pictures29+075.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225471238071031714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMMuX0Dnldpv8-OfUaNiRam9P6PXKv_-oshxFBBvL23pnp8byPci6fMDkoB-LSW7fH9i_b9jOp1Yxyz3BhUagwqKGsVtl8eC3rFgMN_WciFvUQwbWdy6PPF9K6PM9FH9HKVyw_Vi8zNpO/s400/pictures29+075.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">We tend to differentiate our eyes from the rest of our tangible body. Some refer to them as the <em>'window to our soul'</em>, a well known phrase I might interpret differently, by comparing our eyes <strong>physically</strong> to <strong>windows</strong>, and neglect the metaphor for a while. A window, a still object that functions only as a barrier between the outside world and our mind. In vain, we try to identify our surrounding through our eyes, through <strong>thick glass windows</strong>. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZyBrodiBhK2iMxNrPNHPStdijE0I3mUKNr8gGW29njQ4ajsGka8nh77S-3lQlCpMBjTcM9DcBg7wXRVfcJS-eoBVzDTeJo3Q-6hMnT5YetfvqvSoLHpNvrus-ImfVTy5AV0p61SbsfO3/s1600-h/pictures29+++007+2.jpg"></a></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVGgTjuGRrJ-RfD_Ij7IRvJ7qJNDngW5uesfqGdx5w0rsnFyQA1AoClHp4hkG3txnQtFZLmkfzlbGaxGJdzLRwXrLYjGxWJ6wDg19FlPAvBWL8gcpdMrNvdKqcNkLl-Yya32AFPHdYAvH/s1600-h/pictures29+++007+2.jpg"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9KnTCcIzQipxYZ3YIWRgLgWa66qjnMhwkmaNZjQuJSJzE0BGVRNV5r3SCTKtzfoOafhZaP2zw1Oc1TqI9s17PQ-ml87VfIT7MOtoWerdJxk4NceTkQSSk7sz6KDzQOzxC4pq_LISW3Ag3/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225872312467624194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9KnTCcIzQipxYZ3YIWRgLgWa66qjnMhwkmaNZjQuJSJzE0BGVRNV5r3SCTKtzfoOafhZaP2zw1Oc1TqI9s17PQ-ml87VfIT7MOtoWerdJxk4NceTkQSSk7sz6KDzQOzxC4pq_LISW3Ag3/s320/eyes.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">After that night I rested beneath the beautiful sky I realized we only assume we're seeing through our eyes. But we're blind in a world we don't really own. Do we really think we're able to capture this abstract world and its visual views? The sky, the shimmering stars? The moon wasn't itself that night and I had to look away. At that moment my eyes began to deform into hollow eggshells. They did no longer project the outside world, but turned into <strong>small, colorful aesthetic still balls made out of glass.</strong></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjib9FkBUs0oowOWdPQR8XiLdOEC5J-WmHTEBOWO8Yh59b0FoCyvelvtYM5Y4ewd6kSlK51F_Bi63BvNsc4QdW7K68o5OVRqAF4OjLb6XcEcZcpC64uhDh0oYFxsKyLlNgAc0Stocf-CzSV/s1600-h/pictures29+++001.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJEgeEVX86wziOAKvBDubeRkBZ-yf_GHl0-h2MTrwejxJffEnjr5rb7GS5zlgdXIsxjTgilc7aBTGnFWhjoMkaC-E3217iZ1YjQTIVNfjEKe1e7RV9s9EGUcLFsZdzfyI_A9v55c-4eTq/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQi9vZ0ViRDzwiPujUEgNn7siYlA8zJGVLWwrcF5uQo_eTXseVE_65dhcs843gRfelIXCjgjoTSlTM-VWGHlGXOBcNImhx57pQ3WZb6LJqDhvn3JQeRj9mq5Y7QHKAAyLJMyjdO-FJfcLv/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225868084244305314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQi9vZ0ViRDzwiPujUEgNn7siYlA8zJGVLWwrcF5uQo_eTXseVE_65dhcs843gRfelIXCjgjoTSlTM-VWGHlGXOBcNImhx57pQ3WZb6LJqDhvn3JQeRj9mq5Y7QHKAAyLJMyjdO-FJfcLv/s400/Image2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-20068594236207958752008-07-17T22:25:00.021+03:002008-07-22T19:27:30.747+03:00Organic Fresh-Old-Fashioned Apricot Cake<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYLVniyknfA3QOc2CGXAex1YsqQplGuH8iGoH20Sz9Op0ggp6aC3h1gZ3nRJsDidLH6x19PF7FEhJLgfiaAGHKfMM12WPz-O7SXwt3hkJ-fyG7qNdncGYGD4JEbs4Vnncvf8kjjRwUVBx/s1600-h/scan0029+version2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225875671834345762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYLVniyknfA3QOc2CGXAex1YsqQplGuH8iGoH20Sz9Op0ggp6aC3h1gZ3nRJsDidLH6x19PF7FEhJLgfiaAGHKfMM12WPz-O7SXwt3hkJ-fyG7qNdncGYGD4JEbs4Vnncvf8kjjRwUVBx/s320/scan0029+version2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I'm usually not a huge apricot fan, but I thought their over-ripeness and sweetness would be milder after baking, and I was right.<br />The fact that I had half a kilo of apricots lying in my refrigerator also made a good excuse to get rid of them (I sound cruel).<br />And what a better way to do that than to bake a homemade cake, and in this case, quite healthy, <span style="color:#009900;">organic</span> and fulfilling.<br />I was looking through old cooking books in order to find a nice and simple recipe for my cake.<br />And there it was- the simple, rustic recipe I was looking for, found in <em>"Cakes for all seasons by Nira Scheuer"</em>, which looked like the old-fashioned homemade cakes from the 70's…<br />Since it wasn't interesting enough, I made changes and <strong><span style="color:#009900;">refreshed</span></strong> it by choosing <strong><span style="color:#009900;">healthier ingredients</span></strong> like <span style="color:#009900;">organic white whole wheat flour</span> with a touch of <span style="color:#009900;">quinoa flour</span>, which added a nutty flavor and a nice crumbly texture to the cake.<br />I also used a bit of <span style="color:#009900;">date molasses</span> along with <span style="color:#009900;">natural cane sugar</span>, which made it not too sweet, and added this unique complex taste.<br />As for the added fat amounts, I know real pastry chefs would want to hunt me down for this, but there are times I just cut it almost in half. And believe me, my baked goods don't turn out dry at all. Sometimes I add just a bit more yogurt to the batter to keep it moist.<br /><br />For this cake I chose ripe and turning-a bit-mushy apricots, so I found it unnecessary to cook them beforehand.<br />Although I sprinkled some sliced almonds on top of the cake before baking, I suspect it would be wonderful with sugar crystals sprinkled on top, to give it a nice crunch and a bit of sweetness to compliment the tart apricots.<br /></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225874738349248018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBzBeL2F-cFjJ8oiganPiko4JfzWtKwxkTNCUS_-fx5feK7TkMlJ8aCRFNZEH6rNoz28-oKQrhq13lmqIMCjfyqQSCSWWioj9ad-lOI7cdjUd5RDPK8XLDkzg5y80CSXd37i3h3pEp45df/s400/Image5.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><em>Organic Fresh-Old-Fashioned Apricot Cake</em></strong><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>1 1/2 cups organic white whole wheat flour<br />1/2 cup quinoa flour<br />1 tsp baking powder<br />Pinch of fine grain sea salt<br />3/4 cup natural cane sugar<br />1/2 tsp ground cinnamon<br />About 1 1/2 tbsp date molasses*<br />50g soft unsalted butter (3 1/3 tbsp butter)<br />2 organic free-range eggs<br />1/4 cup yogurt (I might add a bit more)<br />1 tsp pure vanilla extract<br />1 tbsp lemon juice<br />1 tsp lemon zest<br />500g ripe apricots, pitted and halved<br /><br />Sliced almonds or sugar crystals (optional)<br />Apricot jam (optional. I used Nectarine jam)<br /><br />*I believe it also works well with honey if you prefer<br /></em></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">* * *<br /><em>Preheat the oven to 180°C (350F) and grease a 26 cm (10-inch) round cake pan.<br />In a large bowl combine together the flours, baking powder, salt, sugar and cinnamon. Add the butter, date molasses, lemon juice, zest, vanilla extract, eggs and yogurt, mix until combined, but avoid over mixing the batter.<br /><br />Pour the batter into the pan and smooth as needed. Place the halved apricots nicely on top, close to each other, round side up.<br />Sprinkle some sliced almond on top, or some sugar crystals (optional) and bake for about 40-50 minutes, until golden and a toothpick inserted in the middle comes out clean.<br />Allow to cool for at least 15 minutes before removing it from the pan.<br /></div></em></span><br /><div align="justify"><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Optional: Before serving, glaze the apricots with the jam mixed with a bit of water to give it a nice shine (and make them look happy..).</em></span></div><div align="justify"><em>Vanilla ice cream. Enough said.</em></div><br /><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify">I'm sending this recipe to <strong>Mansi's </strong><a href="http://funnfud.blogspot.com/2008/06/healthy-recipes-cookbook-givevaway.html" target="_blank"><strong>Healthy Cooking</strong></a><strong> event</strong>. You should have a look at her lovely blog about healthy eating.</div></div></div></div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-61808763737374541862008-07-14T17:05:00.010+03:002008-08-12T15:03:48.967+03:00Introduction to the B&W<div align="justify">I haven't really celebrated my first ever post in this blog. So here I am, in all my glory, posting little thoughts and weird scribbles...old and fresh.<br />And what can better show the way my brain works? What is this mechanism that makes my hand uncontrollably draw all the time?<br />Well, this is the place to observe my weird species from outer and inner points of view. :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbr_8hpoUMr6ClInuOz27xXNA11__x79c5vtvWNnr_BIugE2Agu6WY-WzRU2L7BPXOmEyOesVU3cSC0XgZJmaxC5PgK7i4Bei1QExE3_qCKPZyAKPqMCiY3_R2twFW9-OFQK2tQpQC-4bs/s1600-h/scan0018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222873659345554290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbr_8hpoUMr6ClInuOz27xXNA11__x79c5vtvWNnr_BIugE2Agu6WY-WzRU2L7BPXOmEyOesVU3cSC0XgZJmaxC5PgK7i4Bei1QExE3_qCKPZyAKPqMCiY3_R2twFW9-OFQK2tQpQC-4bs/s320/scan0018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So as you can see, my brain is full of noises, shapes, lines, ideas and that's the best way to describe my way of work.<br />Everything turns into 'design' mode once my eyes are laid upon different objects.<br />I love to think what inspires me and just be a part of the whole creation experience. And that's one of the things I'm hoping you'll get to see here.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqszhTiHXZFeibIEPFTZuVIkxmCc46BYnI2WnaRu7POhRbQTZFUIAniusml4Bg514Sdt8SJosX2q8GJrlyvmWYXCtXaSW0ssLkg6bQwOGLAle-XWFc98p4wu61UyDZkYa5eu6MZuYlaRTr/s1600-h/scan0017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222876981316843906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqszhTiHXZFeibIEPFTZuVIkxmCc46BYnI2WnaRu7POhRbQTZFUIAniusml4Bg514Sdt8SJosX2q8GJrlyvmWYXCtXaSW0ssLkg6bQwOGLAle-XWFc98p4wu61UyDZkYa5eu6MZuYlaRTr/s320/scan0017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>I am standing on ground but I can't feel my feet.</em></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify">I usually draw on a paper first, since I can't really part myself from the <em>hand-pencil-paper</em> feeling. I started working on my computer only later, and sometimes I like to combine live drawings with computer graphics.<br />One of the reasons I called this blog <strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Black & White</span></strong> is simply because a lot of my artworks are based on Black and White pencil/pen drawings, to achieve that rough graphic tone I like.<br />I love to play with the negative <strong>B&W</strong> and see how well it affects the whole tone of the work. And in my opinion it has the strongest impact on the eye alongside some colors that can 'bring out' the <strong>B&W</strong> even more. </div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHBq1k2r8StY_rMVzlCthcUrSZrShcH0b6CkbIasIiyUHqccbDMeFzH2lIx-5RS2B7SEr8ObUCOVrnUe_LvH9zSg6b9gDx_51NO71enNecjoxPgF_yJbMRB8p2mRzyHV1r2satuJc8i27Y/s1600-h/Picture17+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222880314351800898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHBq1k2r8StY_rMVzlCthcUrSZrShcH0b6CkbIasIiyUHqccbDMeFzH2lIx-5RS2B7SEr8ObUCOVrnUe_LvH9zSg6b9gDx_51NO71enNecjoxPgF_yJbMRB8p2mRzyHV1r2satuJc8i27Y/s320/Picture17+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />At the moment I'm working on patterns made by existing drawings of mine. I'm really into prints and colorful patterns these days. I LOVE getting all dirty with acrylic paints and different materials. Future posts on those I'm sure.<br /></div><div align="justify"><strong><em>So welcome in and enjoy the bits of my deluded brain...</em></strong> </div>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-61288869982144790302008-07-12T17:29:00.012+03:002008-07-12T21:00:57.255+03:00Things to avoid & do over this weekend:<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="color:#996633;">To avoid:</span></strong></span><br /><br /></div><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#996633;">* </span></strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Must not be infected with my sister's Chicken Pox.<br />Though you must admit my disco ball chicken looks rather cute in that!<br />Funny enough, I checked earlier the meaning of the name (yes I'm bored), and apparently it comes from the word <em>Chick pea</em> which is also known as Garbanzo bean or Hummus, because of its resemblance. And somehow years ago someone thought it sounded close enough to C<em>hicken</em>. Whatever. No pizza face for me, thank you. :( </span></p><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0OwDIPhDFYDafhhYPGT4s5mvJamcsxCKi-joOk8YkCF7YDd-D8iIf6cz0fw10RE1_MkTn5gJFi-23UwYn4ZnUfOxQaAyo8awm9i7nYDkPTLfGyqeOmZ_z2KykO-vqL_AoWfbzQ_40W3v/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222140429777170562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0OwDIPhDFYDafhhYPGT4s5mvJamcsxCKi-joOk8YkCF7YDd-D8iIf6cz0fw10RE1_MkTn5gJFi-23UwYn4ZnUfOxQaAyo8awm9i7nYDkPTLfGyqeOmZ_z2KykO-vqL_AoWfbzQ_40W3v/s320/scan0011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#996633;">* </span>Stay away from direct sun. I was excited about getting some tan, but now I'm being peeled like an onion. ViciouSun doesn't seem so nice now, does it.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#666600;">To do:</span></strong></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#666600;">* </span>Get to work with the ideas I had for illustrations.<br />I usually get many ideas and thoughts of how to develop my work, but laziness gets a hold of me and I'm stuck at the theoretical stage.<br /><br /><span style="color:#666600;"><span style="color:#666600;">*</span> </span>My week starts with a short training for my summer job at the Olympics broadcast. I'm doing some editing and timing work. So I'm hoping to take over this whole issue, know what I'm doing, get something right for a change and even enjoy it. </span></p>Scatterbrain Talhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10191483640979843287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536827734926158007.post-13207179250473976702008-07-10T12:37:00.002+03:002008-07-12T21:02:16.693+03:00A New Perspective<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I found myself on a quiet Saturday morning wandering around the streets with my camera. I usually never have a certain idea or a goal for my photographs, as I love to be drawn by the environment itself. I usually end up these trips by running away from construction sites and away from startling people in the forest. haha There's nothing like the element of surprise…<br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I loved taking this series of pictures and enjoy their seemingly randomness. Bring out what seems mundane, things we pass right by them and don't always notice their vibrant colors and amazing 'tension' they produce.<br />And all of a sudden they look so alive in their <strong>new perspective</strong>!</span> </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWtKBiceRKJYJ586sGWD2AgvuwI-CgkY2kJK3LmV2ZozaKNzFvvwh3GcAJKTXzkVjOh9ocRN8SLP6UVILTNkpiJGMhtYcBQYTYMRBCmVTaYv0bou-xW6Bk01_ilFsw4aiI-thL256xeQf/s1600-h/pictures27+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221323535933458178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWtKBiceRKJYJ586sGWD2AgvuwI-CgkY2kJK3LmV2ZozaKNzFvvwh3GcAJKTXzkVjOh9ocRN8SLP6UVILTNkpiJGMhtYcBQYTYMRBCmVTaYv0bou-xW6Bk01_ilFsw4aiI-thL256xeQf/s400/pictures27+033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEXEvu03CtQrha8lKky0X-L5RMLhOpEWN9g6GWUzi6xnTfzuPBI5mxLGD9xjD_IQ7-zZ9jxTDBz0CLBkp10Uh1FZ-v9KRHPdLk3nnr4nM9f9ywOi7VtZJfnfFsKVg9wDI4KqwS9L8_6VEU/s1600-h/pictures27+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221323545511537922" style="DISPLAY: block; 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