Taexalia
wild.life
Step Back In Time
I am dreaming about turning our loft into more than a place for old water tanks and spiders. I am dreaming about putting in some sort of window and getting an even better view of the Firth. At the very least I am dreaming of putting in a floor type affair so we can throw boxes of junk up there. So this morning, looking for a baby step towards that goal, I braved the shadows of the bedroom cupboard. The bedroom cupboard is begging to be furnished as a walk-in wardrobe. A small-ish walk in ... read more
I Always Cry…
...at the Ballet. The casual observer (and let's face it anyone observing my tears in a darkened theatre during a ballet can't really be considered casual) might think that I am just caught up in the story, touched by the emotions of the dancers or whatnot. The truth is that some wounds don't heal, and perhaps they are just never meant to. One of the most tender parts of my Bone Song is What To Do With My Inner Dancer. Before I go on, I'm not looking for advice or "you shoulds" - and ... read more
Museum of Broken Relationships
Well I'm up and about early today ~ as usual the pre-6am-outdoor-shoe-clad-wanderings of the man upstairs on his laminate wood flooring have roused me unceremoniously from the land of nod. Often I wait it out until he leaves for work and then get some more kip, but today I am excited as I have a friend arriving from across the pond via Berlin! Yay! And my sister is sleeping on the sofa-bed :) Yesterday I had a mild moment of panic because despite all my clutter clearing, I still seemed ... read more
This Summer I….
... exhibited Art at Filosofgangen Gallery in Odense, Denmark:
Taexalia ~ The Spirit Lives On ~ Filosofgangen Odense 2007... visited New Hampshire...
Alyson's Orchard New Hampshire...where I was kissed by a butterfly...
Butterfly Blessing... ate the biggest ice-cream sundae ... read more
Getting To Know Me
And whilst I'm still procrastinating about photographing the new stock that has been arriving over the last week or so, I found a groovy Getting To Know You Day challenge on Create A Connection that's right up my street... 1) What are some of your memories about the "great outdoors?" (games played outside, camping, hiking, bike riding, running in the rain) I recently wrote one here about my childhood memories of school holidays spent at Belt Croft. But right at this moment the ... read more
Adventures In Rubber
[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="311" caption="Taexalia back in the day"][/caption] This is a picture of me when I was around 16 years old and going through my Lost Boys gypsy phase. Those were the sexiest boots I had ever owned and I wore them until they could not be worn any more. I broke one of the heels and had it fixed three or four times - it was never the same after the first time but I wobbled on thinking I was *it*. This was before the days of actual It Girls. It was ... read more
My Hut … Memories From The Belt Croft
[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="515" caption="Taexalia and Polly"][/caption] When I was a child I had the luxury of spending most of the school holidays on my Granda's croft, away from the city. I remember when Granda's car would arrive to take us on the long journey to Belt Croft. I say long journey because it always seemed to take forever to get there, yet as an adult I know it must have only been an hour or so. Funny how things always seem so much bigger in a child's mind. I ... read more
Diving In
[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="386" caption="Diving In"][/caption] When I was in primary school two things happened that I am remembering today... Actually I'm not sure about the first one because I might even have been in nursery still... I painted a train and I don't remember all of the details, perhaps I should phone my Mum and prod her memory, but my painting somehow got entered into a competition. I don't remember painting the actual train but I remember we had to find our ... read more
Begin
"If you don't risk anything, you risk more." Erica Jong On Friday I was prompted to remember something that happened to me several years ago. I remembered being half asleep as the Greyhound pulled into a bus station and, to my surprise, reading the word "Scotland" on the water tower. The place was Scotland Neck in North Carolina and I was on my way to Raleigh to meet a friend. I had just left Washington DC and I was in week three of what would become a four month adventure. Scotland Neck ... read more
I Always Cry...