Connecting the Dots

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Do you believe in the above? That the fabric of our lives are like a quilt, and that eventually and inevitably who we have become is inextricably linked to those we have met, the choices we have made, and that eventually everyone and everything that is given to us in life has been a result of the effort we have put into our own lives?

I used to believe in the romantic notion of fate/destiny, but the older I get, the more I realize that so much of what we get in life is also connected to what we put out. And although somethings maybe left up to a “destiny” somewhat of our own making, taking responsibility for one’s own life is the source from which both self-respect and self-confidence spring from.

So if you don’t want something to be part of the fabric of your life, you have to pick the places/people you walk away from as much as you have to choose the people/places that you don’t.

It’s a simple lesson of physics really, for to live in this world, in this universe, there is no escaping energy and its force. -tM

Wrap it Up!

Artists: Jeanne Claude & Christo | Pont Neuf Bridge, Paris, 1985

Artists: Jeanne Claude & Christo | Pont Neuf Bridge, Paris, 1985

Artist: Jeanne Claude & Christo | Valley Curtain, Colorado, 1970-72

Artist: Jeanne Claude & Christo | Valley Curtain, Colorado, 1970-72

Artist: Jeanne Claude & Christo | Reichstag, Berlin, 1971-1975

Artist: Jeanne Claude & Christo | Reichstag, Berlin, 1971-1975

Artist: Jeanne Claude & Christo | Berower Park, Switzerland, 1997-1998

Artist: Jeanne Claude & Christo | Berower Park, Switzerland, 1997-1998

Artist: Jeanne Claude & Christo | Running Fence, California, 1972-1976

Artist: Jeanne Claude & Christo | Running Fence, California, 1972-1976

Artist: Christo | Floating Piers (extension of the streets), Lake Iseo, San Paulo, 2014-2016

Artist: Christo | Floating Piers (extension of the streets), Lake Iseo, San Paulo, 2014-2016

Artist: Jeanne Claude & Christo | Surrounded Islands, Florida, 1980-1983

Artist: Jeanne Claude & Christo | Surrounded Islands, Florida, 1980-1983

Using fabric to accentuate the details of their chosen monuments or landscape to conceal and also there by reveal details that have perhaps lost meaning due to our regular exposure to these natural or person made monuments/sculptures.

I appreciate how drastically our relationship can change with our environment through concealment and how our perceptions can be challenged through this type of engagement. -tM

The Hardest Walk

“An *Eskimo custom offers an angry person release by walking the emotion out of his or her system in a straight line across the landscape; the point at which the anger is conquered is marked with a stick, bearing witness to the strength or length of the rage.”


Lucy Lippard, Overlay: Contemporary Art and the Art of Prehistory

*Proper terminology: Inuit/Indigenous Peoples

Messages of the Erotic Kind

Artist: Edouard Manet | Olympai

Artist: Edouard Manet | Olympai

The titular prostitute in Manet’s Olympia covers her genitals – but the flower in her hair and the bouquet on the left stand in for what she covers.

Artist: Glyn Philpoht | Apres-Midi Tunisien

Artist: Glyn Philpoht | Apres-Midi Tunisien

In the woozy Orientalist fantasy of Guy Philpot’s Après-midi Tunisien, the flowers signal the sexual availability of the two men to each other.

Flowers could symbolize sexual availability for both men and women. I think we need to bring this beautiful yet subtle way of messaging one another into the 21st century. This garden of earthly delights deserves to be revived. -tM

Behind it All

I find it interesting that this particular photographer mostly shoots women from behind, almost in secret and in quiet admiration of their beauty, focusing on the details and curves of a woman’s sensuality and not overtly sexualizing her existence. It’s as if he is highlighting and bringing into focus what it means to be a woman, the mystery and the universality of our sisterhood. -tM

Photography: Bernard Plossu

The Continuum of Lines

Artist: Bernard Buffet | Place des Vosges, 1956

Artist: Bernard Buffet | Place des Vosges, 1956

Lines make my world go round. Angles, parallel lines, straight lines, perpendicular ones, circular sprawling lines that bend to your need; by nature they are sexy and uninhibited, by design they can be as rigid as you choose to make them.

I used to have a boyfriend who penned a poem about me entitled “She’s all About Straight Lines” it was an ongoing joke between us because I am mostly someone who follows the rules even though I have always lived my life on my own terms. In saying that, there really is no straight line to progress, life itself doesn’t move that way, and neither does any great conversation.

However, in architecture and in design, the “simplistic” precision of a straight line is something of a marvel, it is my idea of the perfectionist’s paradise, it is sophisticated in its appearance and strong in its supportive role.

And much like Nietzsche, my idea of paradise is also a straight line to a goal, for sometimes a moment without any added challenge is a line that moves me to great satisfaction. -tM

The Prophet

The Prophet

Want some life-saving advice? Never ride the metro...

Like a frenzied end-of-days preacher trying to save the lungs—if not the souls—of the commuters he meets, a lone Czech man has made it his mission to warn people about Prague’s polluted metro system. 

“Nowadays hidden corners of the internet skew facts, science and ideology”

Czech filmmaker Jaroslav Moravec directs this satirical allegory on how sensationalist data can sow the seeds of paranoia in the population. “Post-truth seemed like a distant Orwellian term when I first heard it,” says Moravec, who was partly inspired by the Soviet rule of Czechoslovakia during the 70s and 80s. "Nowadays hidden corners of the internet skew facts, science and ideology.”

Growing up in the suburbs of Prague, Moravec has always been fascinated by the lines that separate the real from the abstract, giving his work a distinctive look. Whether it’s his subversive humor or delicate sense for building atmosphere, Moravec creates a self-contained universe for projects that range from surreal shorts to humorous commercials.

This made me laugh. Preach. -tM

What Dreams Are Made Of

Architect: John Lautner | Palm Springs, CA

Architect: John Lautner | Palm Springs, CA

Extraordinary views, and unconventional angles; it almost seems apropos for a bedroom. Heavy yet light, rich yet minimalist, there is a fine balance that is achieved from this interplay on architecture and design.

The feeling of balance in a bedroom, at least for me, is very important. There are no electronics in my space, it is a space used for rest, dressing, and for intimacy. A room that I exceedingly equate with rest and health, for the best eraser in the world is a good nights sleep.

What room in your home aids in your renewal and sense of wellbeing? -tM

Notes on the Creative Vocation

“Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.

This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple “I must,” then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose...

...Describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty - describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember. If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is not poverty and no poor, indifferent place. And even if you found yourself in some prison, whose walls let in none of the world’s sounds – wouldn’t you still have your childhood, that jewel beyond all price, that treasure house of memories? Turn your attentions to it. Try to raise up the sunken feelings of this enormous past; your personality will grow stronger, your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes by, far in the distance. And if out of this turning-within, out of this immersion in your own world, poems come, then you will not think of asking anyone whether they are good or not. Nor will you try to interest magazines in these works: for you will see them as your dear natural possession, a piece of your life, a voice from it. A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.”
- Rainer Maria Rilke

While We Were Here

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

“While we were here,” doesn’t always translate into “I want to go back,” however, it’s nice to know that through reminiscing you can revisit that beauty through memory. It’s all a matter of love; the more you love a memory, the stronger it becomes. It is beauty that we seek and what we once felt while in its grip, that’s what makes nostalgia always ripe for the picking. -tM

“Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.” - Pablo Neruda

The Single Self

Photography: Alex Chatelian | Vogue, 1970

Photography: Alex Chatelian | Vogue, 1970

I have always been able to lunch alone, sit at a cafe during the day or early evening at a bar and have a glass of wine with ease. Engaging in these acts during daylight hours brings a certain casualness to the affair of it all.

Most recently, and from time to time, I have found myself thoughtfully taking myself out for a night alone, sometimes it is sitting at a wine bar, other times it may be listening to a live musical performance, and I have to admit that it isn’t as easy as the above. At night people navigate through the city in groups, or in couples, whereas during the day, most of us are lone soldiers, diligently marching forward to the beat of our own routines and errand running drums.

I am noticing that the world makes it a little more uncomfortable for the single person to get comfortable at being single and out alone. There is a stigma that follows, one of loneliness, and perhaps if sitting at a bar, others may come to mind. Again, I cannot help but notice the differences between our N. American society and that of the European, where such an act mostly goes unnoticed by those participating and by those observing.

So I guess the more I do this, the more I get will comfortable with continuing to break social norms, (especially true for the female) and not thinking twice about the single-self date night. But until then, I literally have to mentally begin preparing myself for my night on the town first thing in the morning, reminding myself that it is in fact a casual affair, one where I get to be with myself in a different way, and I get to experience new places that my friends would never venture into.

The connection to the self and life really shifts when you start becoming a little braver then you once were. Some would even say, it sets off a chain reaction. -tM

It Goes Something Like This:

Film Director: Eric Rohmer

Film Director: Eric Rohmer

I miss the ease of just this,

and the freedom we had yet to realize was ours for the taking. The freedom to do as we pleased, for our only obligation and responsibility was to ourselves.

Presently my invite would read something like this: “Hey, I’m never bored, today I have done absolutely nothing, do you want to come over and be irresponsible together?” -tM

Always In Vogue

Photography: Paparazzi

Photography: Paparazzi

I think that once you move forward in life with confidence and have a good understanding of self, you can pull almost anything off. Confidence is key to so much in life, and there is nothing more attractive then translating that confidence into style.

David Bowie exhibited that flamboyant confidence in the most voguish of ways on and off stage. -tM