Monday, April 29, 2013

The World's Most Poetic Wallpaper

I know what you're thinking. "It's just sunlight on a wall."

Yes, AND. The wall just happens to be in Emily Dickinson's bedroom. 
(The poet as a shy 16 year-old, December 1846, via)

The Story:
Uber-cool textile company Maharam commissioned artist Spencer Finch to travel to Dickinson's house in Massachusetts and use time-lapse photography to record the path of sunlight as it fell across the wallpaper in her room.

So this wallpaper is more than just wallpaper.
It's a historical document.
("Sunlight in an Empty Room" wallpaper by Maharam, available HERE.)

Over the years, Dickinson became more and more reclusive. By the end of her life, she lived in almost total isolation from the world. Her room was her refuge and her sanctuary.

So this wallpaper is more than just wallpaper.
It's a boundary line.

Within its confines, Emily Dickinson wrote nearly eighteen hundred poems. To me, those golden triangles on the wall are a metaphor for the passage of time, a poetic record of all the hours and days and months and years she must have sat there writing.

So this wallpaper is more than just wallpaper.
It's an ode to the creative process.

(Digital wallpaper installation. Approximate dimensions 10 feet high by 16 feet wide.)

I dwell in possibility--
A fairer House than Prose--
More numerous of Windows--
Superior--for Doors--

Of Chambers as the Cedars--
Impregnable of Eye--
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky--

Of Visitors--the fairest--
For Occupation--This--
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise--

~Emily Dickinson, Poem 657

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Editor's Note: If you have a minute or two, check out Maharam's lovely "Stories" section.
Contributions include Todd Oldham's vintage paper dolls, art by Maira Kalmanan animated film by Hella Jongorius, and much more.

Have a productive week.


Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Wish You Were Here - NYC

New York is a seductive mistress.
(All photos by LBG.)

And that's what I love so much about it.

Don't sleep, it whispers. And so you don't. Come down and see me, it whispers. I'm all dolled up for you. And so you grab your coat and go for a late-night walk and everywhere you look there are glittering tableaus...

...and muscular monoliths...

...and reminders that, in this town, enlightenment happens on the pavement.

While gazing through your window pane, 
you see the human struggle,

Thursday, April 4, 2013

The Book Deadline

It was real before, but now it's really real.
My manuscript is due in 60 days.

Writing it these last seven months has been like getting lost inside the most fascinating rabbit hole ever. 
But now it's time to think about finding my way out.
(Illustration by Katogi Mari)

So for the next two weeks, I need to take a blog break and buckle down.
Otherwise, my lovely kind editor at Random House will be sad and I don't want that.

You know what else I need?
Your positive energy.

Any comments, tips, or advice you care to toss my way?
I would be most grateful.



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