Saturday, November 6, 2010

LOVELETTERS

there is a certain delightfulness about the way that words of love dance on paper.
this week at KMS we are celebrating LOVE LETTERS!

letters from our lovers, letters to our lovers,

letters about our lovers, letters to ourselves about love.

what love looks like, what love smells like, what love tastes like and what love feels like.

join us on this decadent journey beyond they veil of secrecy and celebrate your love letters too.

immerse yourself in love.


L xxx

Friday, November 5, 2010

~favorite things friday~

every girl loves a little alice in her life,


i of course,


am no exception.
some alice stationary to bring sunshine to a rainy friday.
xxx L

Favourite Things Friday - From C



Fabric covered pages from an art girls journal.
taking my work into a more mized media kind of feel, not living within my means
but exploding into a world where anything is possible.

- C

{favourite things friday}




Warm tea in a pretty cup, on a cold, damp day.

T xxx

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Ink Stained Theme - Courtney


She wears her ink on her wrist, a symbol of love...of once was, of what is to come...she works in ink...everyday a new word, a new sketch, a new line.
Her hands were inkstained most days, she was the artist...the messy girl who had tainted fingers and a smile on her face. She got lost one day, many years ago...forgot the way to the cross roads, wandering in the dark. I found her, one overcast morning, sleeping beside a grey rock, huddled alone. I draw a heart on her cheek, ink stained face...she awoke...eyes filling with liquid emeralds.

Burn a fire in her soul, and she will come to life. Stain her hands with ink, leave a sheet of blank paper by her feet, and let her dance all over it her heart.


I am the original inkstained girl

xx C

Monday, November 1, 2010

~inkstained paper 2~

from a quiet sunday nite at Lola's place...

{ink stained dream}


She lay in the cool grass, under the evening sky. With her head resting on her hands, she dreamed of the future, and adventures yet to be shared. The ink became the outline, the dream became the filling.


T xx