Beauty

April 9, 2010

Been wanting to do something crafty lately. Paint. Collage. Make soap. Make something.

I get restless when I haven’t created something in a while. Not that writing isn’t creating but a novel is such a long process that I need to feel that I’ve finished something, you know?

A couple of weeks ago Ted and I went to a BBQ at our friend Jason’s and the house next door had all of these old window frames, with the glass still in them, in their front yard with a sign that said “Free.” So I took some. 4 actually.

What am I going to do with them? I dunno, but they’re so cool. Of course they need to be cleaned– the glass anyway. I wouldn’t touch the peeled paint and the scratches and rust of the window lock. There’s a sad beauty in them, no? The faded pink and blue.

Maybe I’ll find a way to paint or collage on them. I love the idea of the glass–being able to see through something; the transparency.

Speaking of beautiful, I still want to do something with this hilarious calendar I bought from Etsy a couple of years back.  Ah, Beauty Queens.

She Walks in Beauty

by Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!