Expertise:History and Politics of India and Pakistan, Design History, Graphic Arts, Jewelry Design, Classical Music, Violin, Asian Languages (at one time I spoke and read Thai, Hindi, Urdu, Punjabi, and spoke Farsi and Mandarin Chinese without facility in reading), Certain Aspects of Life and Loving Occupation:Other
I have an online account at flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/gingerlilydesigns/ where i've placed pics of my work, originally for my design student son to see.
I've marked the things that have sold. Everything else is for sale (with free shipping if you contact me through xanga.
Most of the sold items were one off, but I am always happy to take one you like and see what I have or can find that will make something similar you might enjoy.
My etsy shop should be open soon.
Comments on what I've set up so far, particularly about the banner, are very welcome.
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5424883
thanks for all your comments. i will have some time to reply tomorrow.
Most of the jewelry pieces I make at the moment are one off, and not inexpensive to craft. Finding all the somewhat magical components that work together isn't easy or cheap. At this stage in my life, I've not the financial cushion to go produce fifty or one hundred high quality pieces, so opening a shop on etsy with sufficient depth has so far eluded me. However, I've decided to add high-quality vintage clothing, of which I have about thirty linear feet of stashed in my apartment in closets, to the mix to fill things out for now.
A perusal of etsy suggests that interesting photography is valued there. It had so far eluded me until day before yesterday, when I forced myself to go through the vintage with an eye to what I could use as a background and came up with what follows.
I would love feedback - do these please you? draw you in? do they tempt you more than the ones using my manikin that I've posted earlier. (mani's are mostly absent on etsy....)
I'm in the middle or the middle of the beginning of a meltdown, sorrows blowing through empty places in my head like late fall winds rattling dry leaves, other bits of dessication, remains of dreams. Trying to hold my edges strong against the winds doesn't work, they ruffle, unravel, frey, refuse to hold, then catch on dry branches, run out when I try to move to a different place like strings of a kite determined not to stay tethered to love. My self's perimeter is frail. One thread caught on the bark of a tree may pull me loose and I will spill, amorphous, uncontained and burning, becoming a puddle, all shape, all coherence, all self, all love now nothing, raw pain shimmering over the fluid soaked into the sand, smoke and the smell of burning held in the shimmer before it I me blows away.
pearlbamboo
I've started meds, so I have a little over two weeks left to feel like this before they kick in fully - a very long two weeks.
In one of those marvelous internet journeys, I stumbled onto the Blind Boys of Alabama. Then to a video of Ben Harper singing with them. "Satisfied Mind" was the name of the song, sung at the Apollo, where the musicians seemed to enter a jam state worthy of the Grateful Dead.
I'd not heard of the Blind Boys or Ben Harper - please remember that Pearlbamboo grew up a classical musician, more than a little snooty, enough so that when my old buddy Chet Helms was helping reshape the history of American music across the bay, I dutifully stayed out of the Haight, out of the Avalon Ballroom and away from that music that wasn't Bach or Brahms It's never too late, right?
I continued to follow my mouse, arriving on the website of the Blind Boys. In streaming audio, right here,.was "Free At Last." (the embed of this on youtube is disabled.) The words are wonderful. But it was the beat, man, the beat. Big fat bass drum sounds on 1 on 2 and on the half beat after 2 - with 3 an empty beat, full of air - and the snare on 4. If you can count, count 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &/ repeat ad infinitum.... you can hear this. Not the whack it on2 and 4 for the drummer in a rock or blues back beat, not at all. I fell in love. With the beat.
That led me to poking around some more to find out something about Ben Harper. After a long tour through his musical spaces, I hit upon "Burn One Down," performed at Bonnnaroo last year in an incredible transparent duet with the percussionist Leon Mobley on djembe. I knew almost nothing about djembe when I found this clip a few days ago and had trouble, old treble clef melody line follower that I've been most of my life, hearing anything but the basic rythmn, and trouble with that at times. Now, two days later, the drum sounds like a symphony of instruments as it changes pitch and voice and sharpness, its tone and resonance depending on where and how Mobley strikes its surface.
The guitar, drum and voice meld seamlessly in this version. They are breathing together and they are breathing the same air, andI don't have any meaning about herb embedded in that comment at all, true, I don't. Musicians, drummers, talk about "air" in a piece of music. That's what I feel here. Not just the beats, but the air around them, on either side of them. I am enamored. I am struck. I am in love with the beats. I 've learned 95% of the rhythm pattern (Leon???? Leon????? do you ever get to Chicago????) and will nail it all if it kills me. Did I say I love this? Lily, who has truly never smoked one in her life and most likely never will . Did I?
I've never been drawn to dolls, masks, brooches made from a mime's face - but I found these two handpainted faces iristable, and I have no explanation for it at all.
I love the apparent dialogue between the two in the photographs.
That's it for today. I've a bit of life to contemplate, so shall go do that. Cheerios to you all.
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