Uncomfortable Silences

Today I am sitting in a meeting at work when one of my bosses starts talking about embracing the "uncomfortable silences." My brain instantly left the room and wandered on a separate journey...one that only included only me and my thoughts, my worries, my fears, my need to fill in the blanks for everyone around me, how I do not let the silences speak for themselves. Its been months since my last post, months since my last work, months since I've been in my studio, months of silence. Inspiration is around but scattered, leaving me to over illustrate my past self as a resume to fill the now existing silence...really all I need to do is embrace it, let it exist, in others, in me...its not something that needs to be fixed or filled, but rather allowed to exist...one may be amazed at what the next noise may actually bring. Suddenly I want to listen more then I speak...

story, love, confusion....anouk and fellini! A lazy day in bed. Alice in Wonderland, hot tea, and movies. ▼♥▲☻♥✓

Trashy Pleasures....

Venus et ApoIlon... I love this series.

Pascal Bernier

Liquid Love

Alice et Moi

I adore this guy!

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They had me by issue two

...my new favorite magazine

These days...

I'm thinking of
Escher, Dodgson, and Karin....
a good combination for the brain!

Summer Days...Fall me

Blogging for me used to be something that I ran home to do, recapping and recounting my moments, my experiences, and the adventures of my day for the world, or rather my six faithful followers to view. This past spring while sitting at a cafe in Paris, downloading my camera so that I could blog my heart out, I suddenly wanted to just stop finish my coffee and watch the people go by. I never again blogged for the rest of my stay in Paris....not because I no longer wanted to share my adventures with the world but rather because my moments were becoming lost in thoughts of the end result. Each moment was more of a story then an actual moment...I was in Paris and I wanted to live those moments and feel them as they were. Once back in New York I dragged myself to the computer just giving brief updates and highlights of the passing events. Usually I would check my email, log off, and go meet a friend for a drink. This was going to be my summer of "hanging out" and indeed it was. I picked up smoking, became a social drinker, a Friday night bar regular, and even managed to dip in and out of my fair share of what I like to call romantic mischief. Oh what a summer it was. I neglected all activities outside of my work, stopped my fleamarket, and said yes to just about every social outing that I could my hands on. By the end of the summer dare I say that I even had a bit of a posse that I rolled with, very not NiLeA P, but very enjoyable. To tie it all up...I ended the summer just as I had begun my spring... a huge soiree before I run off to Paris. This time it was the bitter sweet celebration of the end of my golden summer and the start of my golden year. What a better way to celebrate than a two week getaway in which I took all of my bad summer habits and kicked them up about three notches. Plunging myself into as much fun as possible in Paris, Holland, Stockholm, and Paris again, I was off with head and I danced danced danced until I was almost dead!...Well, in a Yeah Yeah Yeahs sorta way!




























































Sooooo...now those days are over. I've quit the smoking and the bar crawl has come to an end. I am looking forward to fall. A low key fall, in which Nilea P does not slip into hiberation but rather into creation...its time to get down to business. The fall me is all whined up and ready to go. It was a great summer and inspiration has arrived. New ideas, and a new regimen...who knows maybe I will even blog more. Ready, set, GO...Fall here I come..this is my golden year!