Teddy

Nice project --> http://marknixon.com/photographs/muchloved/

I think everybody has their favorite childhood toy which comes with best memories and stories. 

So mine is about 50 years old maybe even a little bit older (it used to belong to my father). When I first found him at my grandmothers house, she didn't want me to have it. I spent few hours crying and begging her to allow me to keep it. Since that day, I never let him out of my hands. It was my best friend, I took him everywhere. Once me and my parents went to town and I forgot him at home, when we came back I apologized to Teddy and said that I will never ever will forget  him at home again. When I was 7 years old I got into fight with my sister, as a result my Teddy lost his head. As my mother was busy that day, I had to be his doctor and  I sew his head back myself. You can see that he has blue threads on his neck and he finds it hard to hold his head at the moment. As we were moving places later, I didn't saw him for many years. But we were reunited 5 or 6 years ago. Now he calmly sits on a shelf, and brings back nice childhood memories.

my own walls

what if it's all a dream

To tell the story with words, it has never worked out for me. I look over everything I've done, and I wonder is this all a reality or just some dream. Instead of knowing I keep guessing, until I'm not even sure about my own existence. What if it's all a dream I've created years ago to escape the reality. Some pieces fit together just fine, but sometimes it seems like everything is so wrong. Everything that is wrong should be fixed at some point, right? Yet it takes forever, to find the wrong or missing piece in this huge puzzle. Then I start loosing my mind over every little thing, trying to change something. When I've lost all of questions and most answers, when I don't know where to go next - there is one thing I do to forget. I turn on my favorite song, close my eyes and dance. Seems like that is the only thing that fits in this puzzle. I allow myself to fly, then sometimes answers come to me, even if I don't have the questions. That's the only way I can tell my story without words. 

say do you wanna play?

What these nights are doing to me? Another stranger or maybe the same one roamed around my dreams. Not allowing me to see his face. He took my hand, and ridiculous smile of mine just crawled out. I don't think I ever had a smile like that. Feeling of safety and love. Happiness, endless happiness until my morning alarm rings. And all I can remember is the feeling. Stranger, who you are? Are you someone from my past, from present or maybe someone I'll only meet in the future? Or maybe again my brain keeps playing these invincible games? 

Who ever dared to get me in this kind of mood? 

ABC

Tom Gauld

we've got only one...

I have my own ways

When you wake up in the early summer morning look out of your window. What you'll see is early morning sunlight and one single butterfly. Doesn't matter if you believe it or not - it is me. Fragile, careless, magicaly beautiful and unreachably wild butterfly. I avoid you and come close only  enough to become neither your friend, nor enemy. And in a simple blink I can be gone, hidden, or too far for your reach. Free and with millions changing natures - I know you'll never find someone like me again. There is no right way to capture me, only the way you give me freedom and even then I'll never be completely yours. When you wake up in the summer and you see a butterfly remember me, believe it or not in a magical way I'll remember you too.  

play my strings

Oh, my dear, I finally have something wonderful to tell you. Big cities - they always hold suprises for me. I felt empty for a while, but magic just came back. Seems my soul is singing again, and my eyes and lips can't stop smiling. If only you knew the way he played me, you would understand. He played me like he would play a beautiful song on his guitar. String after string. He made me a part of music. His dark eyes and wonderful smile stunned me so much that I could barely talk. And every dance with him was something more than I can explain. With all the sparkles back, I still feel sad. Who knows when will I meet him again? Who knows when will be the next time he plays every string of my body and soul?

Oh, my dear, this was the feeling I missed so much. So even if I never see him again, for now I have someone to fill my dreams with.

  

goal is only one

What if, at least some times, we could live here and now? How about letting the past and the future remain just that? Why won't you just stop take a deep breath, look up the sky and count the stars. Forget your list and things you need to do. Just for a moment you're allowed to forget.

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs,

And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare. 

W. H. Davies - Leisure

 

little wonders

Meet the Robinsons (2007) - best cartoon I've seen in years, my advice is to watch it.
Here's a song from the movie, also very beautiful.