Little particulars

{All as it should be. (Click to enlarge just a little.)}
A few little particulars...
Sometimes I mix up the order I add in my vegetables to the big blue soup pot and I almost always regret doing so. The turnip does not go in before the sweet potato neither does the leek.
I know the visual difference between a turnip and a swede but I’ve no idea taste wise as to which one I prefer.
When Louise isn’t home I make my coffee spoon-could-stand-in-it strong. Straight to the heart it hits me and I feel as though I am in a song with a country guitar twanging behind me. A song featuring the lines “Serve me eggs over easy, Ma'am”, I think.
I often think Shari and t will be appalled at my kitchen when/if they come over to visit (all the way from NC). I say this as I cut my veggies with a plastic handled picnic knife. No easy feat when shopping and slicing carrots and Spanish onions.
I trap my ideas just before I fall asleep or whilst under the shower rose. The further I am from a piece of paper and a pen, a camera or any other such recording device, the more the ideas annoyingly flow. There surely must be a Charlie Chan maxim for such a little particular thing?
I often write sentences in my head that seem to me perfectly formed only to pick up a pen and find my fingers and brain telling me otherwise.
It is exciting to see ones work as a poster on a clean connex train (as part of the Moving Galleries spring 07 programme). It is even better to bump into a dear old chum from Primary School days who has her rooku (haiku sans rules) on a poster.
The city shines wet like a tennis ball
dropped from the mouth
of a dog
(Emily Zoey Baker)
Brilliant, eh? I think so too.
I often meet by chance dear EZB and when I do it never fails to gladden my soul.

{My dacha is 13 storeys higher than yours, watercolour, pencil, collage, 2007.}

{You know this isn't the way home, don't you?, watercolour, pencil, collage, 2007.}

{LJ (with little plastic name badge and all) & EZB on a stationary train.}

{Walking homeward bound behind several folk dressed in red.}
Wishing you a happy eve wherever you are...

Perhaps you could get a waterproof pen so that you could write down those trapped ideas in the shower? Love today's collage too.
Posted by: louise | Friday, 26 October 2007 at 12:30 AM
we started unpacking our kitchen stuff yesterday. one day soon we will be making our own super thick coffee and thinking of you as we slurp it down!
Posted by: risa | Friday, 26 October 2007 at 01:47 AM
Oh, such a wonderful post. I enjoyed reading this so much. It was almost like reading a little poem. I liked your description of how ideas come to you at inconvenient times. When I was a kid, I had a light-up pen exactly because of this, and I would journal in the dark with the little yellow light shining.
Posted by: Rose | Friday, 26 October 2007 at 02:56 AM
The shower! Gets me everytime. I feel most inspired when I'm near water. Thoroughly enjoyed this list of gracia's little particulars, nice way to end my working day. Off to Alison's house to enjoy some homemade Singaporean curry, see you again soon.
Posted by: tommy | Friday, 26 October 2007 at 03:16 AM
It must be very neat bumping into your posters around town. They get around don't they?
I think you should go knife shopping today - you won't regret it. :)
Oh, and yes, ideas always seem to bounce around when a pen and paper can't be found. You like that? It rhymes!
Posted by: shell | Friday, 26 October 2007 at 07:41 AM
Your poster looks beautiful, I look forward to meeting it on one of my journeys.
Posted by: Janelle Dunstan | Friday, 26 October 2007 at 12:42 PM
How exciting, your posters look stunning. Definitely make the commute home much more enjoyable. PS. I am the same in the kitchen.
Posted by: cruststation | Friday, 26 October 2007 at 04:59 PM
art and rooku (love that word) on a moving train. how perfect! love these little particulars. i'm so sorry you are using a plastic knife; i had used a big sharp cutting knife on a butternut squash last night and it was still difficult. we made a soup. a soup you would adore...lentils, butternut squash, tomatoes, onions, parmesan cheese, basil, and olive oil. quite tasty. xo ps: i have the SAME trouble with ideas and sentences.
Posted by: shari | Friday, 26 October 2007 at 11:24 PM
Beautiful collage. I love these words from E.Z.Baker!
Posted by: karin | Saturday, 27 October 2007 at 06:43 PM
i am in love with those coins....
i want to join you and shari and t for dinner
and the train. i WISH WISH!!
and baker? joyous!
XO
Posted by: lisa s | Sunday, 28 October 2007 at 04:59 AM
I just kept nodding my head to each sentence:)
Posted by: martha | Sunday, 28 October 2007 at 02:15 PM
Congratulations! YOur work looks beautiful as a poster. I hope I'll see one ;)
Posted by: beth | Sunday, 28 October 2007 at 03:49 PM
Wonderfully exciting about meeting old friends. I look forward tremendously to chancing upon your connex artworks. Hopefully within a few posts you will see a url detail after my name! { Post Thesis plans are now beginning to boil } xx
Posted by: Brydie | Sunday, 28 October 2007 at 07:38 PM
your posters look great!!
must be really nice enjoying them while travelling :)
Posted by: maditi | Monday, 29 October 2007 at 03:52 AM
lovely writing. LOVELY! and the wet tennis ball, so true.
Posted by: comfies | Monday, 29 October 2007 at 04:18 AM
"under the shower rose"
I love that. I'm sure it is banal to you, but we say shower head and there's no poetry in that.
Love your musings--- so lovely.
Posted by: Elizabeth | Monday, 29 October 2007 at 10:41 PM
Thanks so much for coming by our blog. It's so nice to make new friends.
I've had a quick look around & I like your work very much.
Hehehe, you make me chuckle too & that means I'll be back! Thanks again... Xxx.
Posted by: Bex | Tuesday, 30 October 2007 at 12:09 AM
I like your collage very much too; the repitition of the coins are nice. I feel like for me sometimes when I'm just waking up my thoughts/words come together. only sometimes.
Posted by: hrsj | Tuesday, 30 October 2007 at 01:33 PM
turnips or swedes, i don't know, but i do the same thing with my soup. this is why i am rarely asked to make soups in our house. ah well.
this post is just beautiful, gracia. i think i'm going to read it over again now. :)
ps. your spring parcel has (at last) been sent! i hope it arrives before the season ends...
Posted by: andrea (scout) | Thursday, 01 November 2007 at 05:05 PM
this post made me smile so much... really love the moving galleries, and these little bits from your day.
i feel that my ideas usually flow right before i fall asleep... i think i will remember them when i wake up but by then they have flown into the night...
xox
Posted by: amisha | Friday, 02 November 2007 at 12:25 AM
I wish we had posters like yours here. They are wonderful creations.
I'm with you on adding veggies to the soup pot in a certain order ...
Posted by: kate | Friday, 02 November 2007 at 04:26 AM
The rooku is the nearest thing to perfection that I have seen or read all day. All week. Actually, all year.
Posted by: Leisl | Friday, 02 November 2007 at 03:34 PM
How fantastic - a moving gallery of your wonderful work!! I travel to work on Connex buses without any artwork to view...
Meeting old friends is so good. And 'trapping' the ideas before sleep..why do they always seem so different in daylight?? xxx
Posted by: julie | Saturday, 03 November 2007 at 09:08 PM
Wonderful and true, so very you!
I have enjoyed catching up on your creative posts!
Posted by: tongue in cheek | Monday, 12 November 2007 at 02:50 AM
Ok now I'm totally positive I saw you guys cause I recognise LJ's cute haircut. Big congrats to you both! :)
Posted by: ellyy | Tuesday, 13 November 2007 at 12:37 PM