Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Farewell and New Beginnings!!
A grand thanks to all that have followed this blog over the years -- but the time has come to retire this site and focus on the band's new site. But worry not! If you still want the inside peek into my mind and musings, they can be found at my new tumblr page, LilLizaJane.tumblr.com. I'd love to hear from you there and gosh darn everywhere, so please stay in touch. I'm out and about and will catch you 'round the bend. Much love and many cheers, Liza
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Memories -- Early Work
My mother's abstract, bold and beautiful paintings started with simpler exercises. While she may be known for her particular style now, I remember fondly one of her very first paintings she approached in her early painting career. It's a bowl of pears. I knew she hated painting pears, but to this day it remains one of my favorites for its purity and play on tequnique vs. personal style. Here's a piece by Olle Baertling, a Swiss artist known for abstract works, but this early gem stands out as my favorite still.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Pet Post -- Tai Shan Tribute
I have been in shock and sadness all afternoon over Tai Shan's last day at the DC Zoo before he is sent back to China. From watching his eyes open for the first time live on the pandacam, to stepping on kids at the zoo to see his 1st birthday cake, to watching his games and smile over the years...oh man will he be missed.





Story and video from the Washington Post here





Story and video from the Washington Post here
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Memories -- Little Liz
Friday, January 8, 2010
Memories -- Going Home
These were the roses my granddad gave me when I graduated high school and the wishing rocks my grandmom gave me... I just love coming home and seeing them there by my bed.

I also found this sweet gem of me (age 16?) and my first bunny, Melvin. What a guy. Oh, the things I come across in old drawers!
And of course, 1/8th of my brother and my Garfield collection that gets me so pumped no matter what. Such an awesome greeting committee.
Coming back soon, DC. Missin' you!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Image Inspiration -- The Economy of Words

I found this treasure in my journal today and it lifted my spirits like you wouldn't believe. No, not just because of my 31yr old brother's hilarious handwriting, but the story that came with this note. He had to write a speech for his best friend's party and said to me, "Sis, I'm just gonna buckle down and write it." When I came to check on him an hour or so later, this was what was on the page: "Thank you. I am honored to be part of this joyous event." And it wasn't because he couldn't find the things to say -- it was that he cared so much that he wanted it to be perfect. I just love that about him.
And now, the less crazy Dylan...

I still have this photograph on my wall from when I was in middle school. I can't believe I'm seeing him live TONIGHT!!
Ps. Do you have this album? With that one song Jolene:
"Well I found out the hard way, I've had my fill
You can't find somebody with his back to a hill
Those big brown eyes, they set off a spark
When you hold me in your arms things don't look so dark
Jolene, Jolene
Baby I am the king and you're the queen"
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Reading List
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Oak Bluffs Houses
Friday, March 7, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Memories
Friday, December 21, 2007
Memories / Pulse
I remember when I was obsessed with Ani Difranco in high school and now when I hear her songs, they resonate with such overwhelming nostalgia for that specific phase of my life that I can't even hear the music for what it is anymore. But today I thought of one tune in particular and it was just what I needed for this moment, as a gift for the one I love:
"i would offer you my pulse
if i thought it would be useful
i would give you my breath
except
the problem with death is that you have
some hundred years and then they can
build building on your only bones
100 years and then your grave is not your own
we lie in out beds, and our graves
unable to save ourselves from
the quaint tragedies we invent
and then undo from the stupid circumstances
we slalom through
and i realized that night that the hall light
which seemed so bright when you turned it on is nothing
compared to the dawn
which is nothing, compared to the light
which seeps from me while you're sleeping beautiful
and grotesque resting cocooned in my room
that night we got kicked out of two bars
and laughed our way home
and i held you there thinking
i would offer you my pulse
i would give you my breath
i would offer you my pulse"
(to bits xoxoxox)
"i would offer you my pulse
if i thought it would be useful
i would give you my breath
except
the problem with death is that you have
some hundred years and then they can
build building on your only bones
100 years and then your grave is not your own
we lie in out beds, and our graves
unable to save ourselves from
the quaint tragedies we invent
and then undo from the stupid circumstances
we slalom through
and i realized that night that the hall light
which seemed so bright when you turned it on is nothing
compared to the dawn
which is nothing, compared to the light
which seeps from me while you're sleeping beautiful
and grotesque resting cocooned in my room
that night we got kicked out of two bars
and laughed our way home
and i held you there thinking
i would offer you my pulse
i would give you my breath
i would offer you my pulse"
(to bits xoxoxox)
Friday, December 14, 2007
Memories
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Memories
My friend sent this to me and it turns out to be the exact Gregory Crewdson photograph that I worked on in Pittsfield, MA during the summer of 2004. If you really squint, you'll notice that the woman inside the car is actress Jennifer Jason Leigh. And I'm somewhere on a side street with the smoke machine boys, going crazy. Oh how I miss those mountains!
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
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