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Bonfire…

01 Wednesday Sep 2010

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beautiful, Beauty, Bonfire, Capitola State Beach, Dante, Memoir, Photography, Writing

© Joan Currie

Heat cannot be taken from fire, or beauty from the Eternal.
Dante

During the day few people stop to notice this bonfire, but at night it takes center stage for many types of gatherings. This weekend, the annual Burning Man event will take place in the Black Rock Desert, Nevada. The event notice prompted me to think about the bonfires of my youth.

My first exposure to bonfires was at a girls’ summer camp in northern Ontario, Canada. I remember the darkness of the night and being lulled into a dreamy state by the cinders dancing up and around in the hot flames – broken only by the occasional cracking sound, like that of a ringmaster’s whip. The counselors sang and played on their steel string guitars the melancholy tunes of Joni Mitchell, mostly from the Blue album. I’m Leaving on a Jet Plane was also a favorite that they played over and over again. Those sessions were pure magic and the lyrics of the songs are emblazoned in my memory forever.

Just as we are drawn to the bonfire, so are the beasts. There is a certain vulnerability when seated in a ring facing the fire with our backs exposed – an uneasiness about who or what is lurking in the shadows. Ghost storytellers know this and so did an older boy when, at a local bonfire pit, he delighted in recounting a gruesome tale about a green-eyed monster. To this day, the monster has a habit of rearing its ugly head when I am alone at night – walking along deserted streets, in the woods, or going down to the cellar. Sometimes the imagination fuels the fire even more…

Beauty & the Sea Beast…

31 Tuesday Aug 2010

Posted by stanfordblog in Fashion, Photography, Reflections

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Baudelaire, beautiful, Beauty, Charles Baudelaire, Fashion, Juan Zambrano, Mollusc, Octopus, Oleg Galagan, Photography

© Juan Zambrano

…the unexpected, the surprising, the astonishing, are essential to and characteristic of beauty. – Charles Baudelaire

There is a beauty in the grotesqueness of the octopus draped over the model’s skin – the mythological masculine form juxtaposed with the slimy, fetid mollusc. Both share a damp pallor.

Model – Oleg Galagan

Brunettes…

30 Monday Aug 2010

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beautiful, Beauty, Blond, Brunettes, Carly Larsson, Fashion, Lauren DiMarco, Natalie Imbruglia, Photography, Taryn Christy

© Karly Larson

It was only cool to have blond hair and be a surfer chick [in Sydney]. I could learn how to surf, but I still looked Italian. It took me a long time to realize that was a good thing. – Natalie Imbruglia

As a blond, I’ve always been fascinated by the sensuality and sultriness of the brunette stereotype. The ponytail shown above has a luxurious, almost sateen quality to it.

The image below of my brunette daughter and another blond model reminds me of the Grimm’s fairy tale of Snow White and Rose Red.

© Scott Taylor

Models – Lauren DiMarco and Taryn Christy

Art Objects…

28 Saturday Aug 2010

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Art, Beauty, Objets d'art, Photography, Pottery, Sculpture

© Joan Currie

Art does not consist of making a living or producing an object d’art or in self-therapy, but in finding a new soul.  Henry Miller

I spied these charming pieces of art in my Santa Cruz bed and breakfast room today.

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Tassels…

27 Friday Aug 2010

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beautiful, Beauty, Interior Design, Laura Ashley, Photography, Tassels

© Joan Currie

Tassel (noun)

A tuft of loosely hanging threads or cords, bound at one end and hanging free at the other, used as an ornament on curtains or clothing.

The Laura Ashley Home Decorating books taught me how to make draperies. Using the company’s lovely cotton fabric, I sewed traditional lined curtains with valances and tie-backs, and softer Festoon blinds for my Boston home. The decor is much the same in my West Coast home, but my fabric choices now include brocade, silk, and velvet for a more luxurious look. In addition, tassels have replaced simple cotton tie-backs, and serve as inspirations for other decorative elements such as throws, pillows, and wall art.

Tutu and Tulle…

25 Wednesday Aug 2010

Posted by stanfordblog in Dance, Design, Fashion, Reflections

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Ballet, beautiful, Beauty, Boston Ballet School, Fashion, Photography, Royal Academy of Dance, Swan Lake, Tulle, Tutu

© Joan Currie

Tutu (noun)
A short projecting skirt worn by a ballerina.

Tulle (noun)
A fine, often starched net of silk, rayon, or nylon, especially used for veils, tutus or gowns.

My parents took me to my first ballet – the National Ballet of Canada’s production of Swan Lake at the O’Keefe Center in Toronto. My love affair with the tutu began on that evening. I was drawn to the midnight black tutu of Odile more than the white tutus of Princess Odette and the corps de ballet –  Tchaikovsky’s powerful musical score may have influenced my preference.

The ballet classes of my youth were based on the Royal Academy of Dance’s rigorous curriculum and strict dress code – tutus were not worn in class. However, my daughters’ early ballet classes were quite whimsical in nature and, until the older girls started taking lessons at the Boston Ballet School, they were able to dance in pink, blue, and even purple tutus – some embellished with lines or starbursts of sequins in the many layers of tulle.

Handmade Gifts…

18 Wednesday Aug 2010

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Beaded necklaces, beautiful, Beauty, Ceramics, Crafts, Design, Fashion Accessory, Gifting, Jewelry, Photography

© Joan Currie - Necklace by Lauren Currie

The only gift is a portion of thyself. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Knowing that I appreciate handcrafted gifts, my daughters love to make me jewelry and ceramics for special occasions. The very first offering from my eldest was a necklace fashioned from plaster of Paris cylinders painted red, blue and yellow and strung on a red shoelace. The necklace still graces my bureau and every time I look at it, I am transported back to that tender time.

Over the years, all my daughters have created unique presents for me. The jewelry has evolved in both materials and design from simple single strand beaded bracelets and necklaces to more complex ones with silver wraps and Murano beads or pearls and organza ribbons.

The first ceramic and pottery gifts were primitive tangerine pots and sky blue vases, but they, too, became more interesting featuring multiple colors, textures and new patterns. I continue to wear and use their gifts because they are beautiful, but also to show how much I value them and honor the artistic effort that went into their creation.

I am particularly delighted when the creations serve as touchstones for my daughters’ childhood memories. We have wonderful conversations about how their interests and preferences have stayed the same or changed over the years. They are astonished when they find clues in their early art that inform who they are today.

© Joan Currie - Plate by Caren Currie

Torschlusspanik…

14 Saturday Aug 2010

Posted by stanfordblog in Design, Garden, Photography, Reflections, Travel

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beautiful, Beauty, Bucket List, Courtyard, Fountain, Middle Age, Morocco, Photography, Torschlusspanik

© Joan Currie

The hourglass is almost empty.
L. Frank Baum – The Wizard of Oz

The literal translation of the German word torschlusspanik is door-shut panic. It is an anxiety that time will run out before we can achieve our life goals. The word was first used in reference to young women who were nearing an age where they were no longer considered marriageable and then, more recently, to women whose biological clocks were winding down.

I associate torschlusspanik with a middle aged angst and aging in general. In my view, time is not the Wicked Witch of the West with hourglass in hand and we are not the terrified Dorothy Gale, rather I envision the word written on a neon Post-it note from the universe reminding us that there is still time to realize our dreams.

It is true that what was once a life of limitless opportunities and horizons has become, for many, a life in which many doors have been tightly shut. Bucket list items such as trekking deep into darkest Africa, skydiving,  and earning a Ph.D. in the Icelandic language may no longer be realistic for many reasons. However, there is no need to panic as the door is still wide, wide open to many possibilities.

There are countless other wonderful activities that we might chose to make the most of our remaining years that do not require us to be alone, spend inordinate amounts of time and money, travel or even to be in perfect health. The point is, torschlusspanik can keep us fully engaged in our lives – lives filled with beauty, passion, pleasure, curiosity, and gratitude for all that is still available to us.

I remember what my father said when he was about my age now, “I’ve had a great life. If I were to die tomorrow, I would have no regrets. It’s just icing on the cake from here on out.”

Time for Tea…

13 Friday Aug 2010

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© Joan Currie

Would you like a little more tea?
Lewis Carroll – Alice in Wonderland

My best elementary school memories in Canada are associated with the daily communal singing of “God Save the Queen” to a picture of Her Majesty wearing a lovely diamond tiara and ermine stole, and having tea with my mother – a reward for a scholar’s toils well done. After mother inspected my penmanship, arithmetic, and spelling papers, we would move into the living room and the ritual of taking tea would begin.

Unlike today, where people pop in and out of coffee shops whenever they feel inclined, having tea at four o’clock required a certain restraint. It was a demonstration of good breeding to reign in one’s desire and wait until the appointed hour. If anyone wished to call on my mother, it would be at tea time.

Visitors would be offered a cozy chesterfield or armchair in which to sit and could look forward to an hour of bliss – excellent conversation, orange pekoe tea served in English bone china cups with pink cabbage roses and plates laden with scones and clotted cream, crumpets and maple syrup, or thumbprint cookies and strawberry jam. It was a gentle, genteel, and feminine ritual of hearth and home. This activity punctuated the day with pleasantry, allowed for pause and reflection, and taught a young schoolgirl about one of the niceties of life.

Nothing Ventured…

12 Thursday Aug 2010

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© Joan Currie

And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more. – Erica Jong

There is a crosswalk on a busy street near my Post Office. When I need to cross the street to reach the bank there is no alternative but to use this crosswalk. Cars and trucks barrel by at alarming speeds and do not stop for pedestrians.

Not long ago when I was waiting at the crosswalk with crutches and in a leg cast following an injury, a police officer approached to explain that cars do not have to yield to pedestrians standing on the curb. Rather, the law requires them to stop only after the pedestrian has stepped off the curb and begun to cross the street – entered into the stream of traffic as it were. From a risk management perspective, does the cost – the potential loss of life and limb outweigh the benefit of going to the bank? I still crossed the street.

There are many cost-benefit situations in life that aren’t so obvious. What is a reasonably risk-averse person to do in those situations? The answer is simple. We have no choice but to proceed. We may do it with caution, but still we have to do it. When we throw ourselves out into the road of life, there are perils – we gamble and sometimes we win and sometimes we lose.

Despite our hopes, dreams, and expectations that might be for naught, we still must proceed. The beauty of it is that when we do proceed we are open to all sorts of new experiences and landscapes.

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