sunsets and maps
and springtime sweat
all remind me of you now
flowers remind me of you now
as do the ocean and the breeze
and for that
i cannot forgive you
Author: jorraine
Crawling in Bed with the Thunder
Is this the end of the world?
Everything is topsy-turvy, and summer is over.
October 2015 – absolutely terrified, yet simply fearless. Having nothing means you’ve got a world to gain. Most of all I miss the days when we were always together.
if you were the sky
you would see me
framed in a wreath of trees
CIRCA
2013
Bought iced chocolate to wait off a downpour, wondering why you followed me everywhere.
2014
Gelato in the mall to escape the rain. The ice cream was overpriced and cloying but we ate it anyway. We were mindless, so tired from the effort it took to keep the spark of a crazy idea alive.
2016
The idea has come to fruition, and life is as beautiful as we have imagined. Chocolate ice in the summer sun – so ripe, so light, it is a fantasy you say you cannot afford to dream. So you must leave. May we find ourselves again hiding from the rain at the gelataria, holding desperately on to hope and love.
Why was it the best summer ever?
Because it hasn’t ended.
把爱渐渐放下会走更远
2016
My life has never followed a clear trajectory. Historically, it is propelled by my compulsions, the latest of which took me to the ocean. What new adventures will 2016 bring? I am so stoked, and may art and love remain the constant lightness in my heart.
Happy New Year, let’s seek inspiration, laughter and happiness always, so we can experience all the beauty of this wonderful thing called life.
TIES THAT BIND
I am the biggest mess when it comes to being away from my family. At the risk of sounding maudlin, I never imagined that homesickness would be part of building an exciting and luminous life in Bali ; I miss my family and Silas and my room and I feel it achingly every minute. It makes me anxious to not be spending more time with these people I must hold close, and I wonder constantly if they are indulging themselves with pleasure as I am. My family is the light of my life. I am acutely aware that this privilege to choose my life’s path is founded upon the last generation’s toil.
The onus is on me to build Berawa Art House well, to prove that we can have the best of all worlds. I believe, because the universe is ours to mould, that all my dreams will collide ; there is nothing to forsake. At the end of the day I have two precious homes and a big, beautiful family with love that transcends any geography.
THE SUMMER LOFT
We bought a loft for an absolutely smashing new project which will channel the best of our respective passions, talents and professional expertise. Berawa Art House(BAH!) is an art studio offering workshops for children and adults. Located in Canggu, Bali, we are uniquely inspired by nature, meditation and the infinite ocean. The summer loft lies along the beach road and is nestled in a cluster of hip cafés and indie boutiques (also the occasional rice field). The light is a gorgeous mirage and the potential energy – shimmering and remarkable.
We have been so spoilt by the plug-and-play culture of the first world. This room is a diamond in the rough, four lovely walls and little else. We have tried all week to learn about electricians, lighting, air-conditioning; the lack of a en-suite is a blessing in disguise (no plumbing to sort out!) I am looking forward to the time when all I have to mull over is filling the space with green plants and paintings. I have been poring over all manner of succulent gardens, refurbished wooden tables, steam punk lamps, Moroccan rugs, hipster murals, bar fridges, do-it-yourself shelving, just to name a few.
I am so excited. Wouldn’t you be?