Lines

A world full of lines

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Prolific

Wisteria Sinensis in my urban garden blooming prolifically.

 

Favorite Place

This week, share an image of your happy place, a secret spot you love, or a faraway location you return to again and again.

My room. Where all the magic happens…

My bedroom is my sanctuary. It’s like a refuge, and it’s where I do a fair amount of designing – at least conceptually, if not literally. -Vera Wang

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Rounded

The tools that a society uses to create and maintain itself are as central to human life as a hive is to bee life. Though the hive is not part of any individual bee, it is part of the colony, both shaped by and shaping the lives of its inhabitants.

-Clay Shirky

Glow

All those wonderful fascinating things that glow in different ways…

 

Structure

Structure at its best 🙂

 

 

Textures

I am inspired by anything beautiful. Sometimes it’s a pair of eyes or flowing gorgeous hair, other times it’s the sky or a sunset. I’ve been inspired by supple skin or the texture of a soft shirt. I search for the realness, the real feeling of a subject, all the texture around it… I always want to see the third dimension of something… I want to come alive with the object.

Bridge

I am not good at keeping contact. One of my specialties is burning bridges while I’m still standing on it. But sometimes a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do to stop crazies from following. You know what I mean.

 

Order

I already told you I am a bit of an OCD. I believe in harmony when it comes to space and design. People told me my place looks like a showroom rather than lived-in. Visitors who comes over my threshold for the first time always say the same thing: “It looks like nobody lives here!” But that’s me. There is a proper place for everything. I can’t sleep if there is still a cup lounging on the counter top. I can’t stand glasses on the coffee table. I can’t understand why is such a difficult task to put things away before going to bed instead of leaving them scattered around. Little things amount to one big thing which can easily give birth to more bigger things which can lead to chaos and disorder if left unattended. I have an eye for details (that’s my job) I can easily see if for example a vase had been moved a few millimeters from its original place. I cannot stand disarray. I know in art all sorts of disarrangement form a cohesive pattern. That I could understand. But not when it doesn’t make sense and not pleasing to the eye. To give you an example of how I live. Let me show you my two houses…

My country house…

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My Suburban House…
Now, You know.