Monday, December 13, 2010

Nollaig Goose in another gorgeous treasury...

Thanks to the very talented Gekkoglassdesign check out her gorgeous jewellery on Etsy...

'Carnal apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon'

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

Pablo Neruda

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

The Katazome Contest

We were so pleased with the response to our Great Origami Giveaway last year that we decided to run one again this holiday season with a very special prize, one of our most special (and expensive!!) papers. Welcome to The Great Katazome Giveaway – 12 Days in December!! site is live!

Techi web people and their techi web language and 'actions' are not poetic...but my site is live :) and my web designer is a genius :)

Saturday, November 13, 2010


To Lou Andreas-Salome





  I held myself too open, I forgot
that outside not just things exist and animals
fully at ease in themselves, whose eyes
reach from their lives' roundedness no differently
than portraits do from frames; forgot that I
with all I did incessantly crammed
looks into myself; looks, opinion, curiosity.
Who knows: perhaps eyes form in space
and look on everywhere. Ah, only plunged toward you
does my face cease being on display, grows
into you and twines on darkly, endlessly,
into your sheltered heart.

As one puts a handkerchief before pent-in-breath-
no: as one presses it against a wound
out of which the whole of life, in a single gush,
wants to stream, I held you to me: I saw you
turn red from me. How could anyone express
what took place between us? We made up for everything
there was never time for. I matured strangely
in every impulse of unperformed youth,
and you, love, had wildest childhood over my heart.

Memory won't suffice here: from those moments
there must be layers of pure existence
on my being's floor, a precipitate
from that immensely overfilled solution.

For I don't think back; all that I am
stirs me because of you. I don't invent you
at sadly cooled-off places from which
you've gone away; even your not being there
is warm with you and more real and more
than a privation. Longing leads out too often
into vagueness. Why should I cast myself, when,
for all I know, your influence falls on me,
gently, like moonlight on a window seat.

Translated by A. Poulin

Rainer Maria Rilke

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

New illustrated postcards

Hello! I've been up to my tonsils pulling files together for my new website...due to be up and live next week. All very exciting! These are some new images I've been working on in the last week. They combine pen & ink illustrations with layers of coloured textures from photos and other fragments of illustrations. They will be available as a set of postcards on my Etsy shop soon. xx Yvonne