sandandwater: (unhappiest girl ever)
Hi! How are YOU doing. Let us know how you're doing right here, right now. You have one song, so make it count, k?

video )

lyrics )
sandandwater: (secrets)
Complete this piece.
See Ro again.
Give him the explanation owed.
Ask him to forgive me.

Stop being afraid of what I want.
sandandwater: (oh ew)
The rules are: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

I suppose this is what I get for asking Ro:

gaffing :: I am a gaffer, it's what I do. I've done for years even while attempting to do other things such as waitress or maintain some semblance of a relationship. Blowing glass is so much more than just making a bubble in molten substance gathered on a hollow pontil. It starts with mixing and heating the raw materials. Sand, sodium...whatever else you require for color and sheen, opacity and luster. It's water and air and a steady hand. Well, really, I suppose I could talk about this all night, but I'll spare you.

jewelry :: Some of what I do with the glass I blow. I make jewelry. Of course I also make jewelry out of other things, like guitar picks for instance, or a handful of dice and game board pieces. I also have a habit of changing my jewelry frequently. I don't have any one piece that I wear constantly.

beauty :: Keeping in mind that it was Ro who chose this, I'm simply going to say thank you and be presumptuous enough to assume he is referring to my glasswork.

grace :: Something that I am working on achieving once more. It's somewhat vital to working glass and Ro has seen me in action in the studio before. Balance, a steady hand, control, precision...it all leads to perfection when I'm working.

passion :: Something I believe all artists have for their given craft. Without it, there is no art, just tedium and a task that has to be completed. Going through the motions. Passion is what drives us to create. When someone has it, you can almost feel the fire they pour into their work.
sandandwater: (some class)

Make a list of things that you would leave to other people in the event of your demise.


As things currently stand, my Last Will and Testament decrees that my my assets both financial and otherwise are to be consolidated and put into a trust for _____________ (name redacted for recipient's privacy). The few personal effects that I would want distributed are more for sentimental reasons than anything else.

To Alessandro, I'd leave my silk scarf. He's always playing with it, rearranging it every time I wear it. When my hair was longer, he used to take the scarf and tie my hair back with it. While we were...involved, he used keep it folded under his pillow at night. He would also retain rights over the glass pieces I have created in his studios these last few months.

To Marcello, certain pieces of my jewelry. His little girls are quite taken with the handmade notions I've put together from dice and bouncy balls, game tokens and the like. His wife, I know, is very fond of my Nana's brooch. And Marcello, my dear, dear, Marcello--to him specifically, I'd leave the bracelet I wear on my left wrist. He would understand why.

To Ro, for Rory I have only one thing I'd like to leave with him. My sketch book. I don't often use it but for this latest project I have. Every stage, every step, has been drawn and drafted. If I can't have the chance to complete what I am working on, I at least want him to have the notes and progress. I need him to know just what it is that has been occupying my every waking moment and most of my dreaming ones as well while I've been in Venice. And I hope he'd understand what I have been attempting to do.
sandandwater: (unhappiest girl ever)
Why do I even bother doing these things? I should just unplug the laptop and let the battery die, the internet is vile.

obvious quiz is obvious... )
sandandwater: (sad girl)


You Are Strawberry Cake



Fresh, sassy, and romantic.

You're a total flirt, who never would turn down a sugary treat.

Occasionally you're a bit moody - but you usually stay sweet!

sandandwater: (new york girl)
This makes me smile. It also made me feel a bit home sick for the first time. I suppose there are some things I do think of fondly with regards to New York.
sandandwater: (looking down)
February 15, 2009

Rory,

I know that your album is set for release this month and I’m sure you’re caught up in a frenzy of activity and celebration because of this. I’m writing because I wanted to tell you that despite everything else, above all else, I am so very proud of you. The rest of the band as well, but mostly you. I always knew you had it within you to do this, Ro. Always.

I once told Mike not to count on Breaker Street being a regular act at Last Call for long because unlike so many other bands that came through those doors you six had “it”. You had the drive, the talent, the raw want and need. Anyone that’s ever heard you perform as a group could see that. And when Robbie Fellowes agreed to come listen to you—on what I thought was an indulgent whim because of my nattering—I knew you wouldn’t be walking away from that meeting without everything you’ve always deserved.

Of course, I didn’t know then that I’d have to nudge and convince, poke and prod you into accepting that offer or into believing in yourself as much as I did. Still do. I always will. You’re so very talented, gifted and gracious about it. I hope you never lose sight of that, of who you are. Don’t let fame change you, don’t let the publicists force you to be someone you aren’t, make it about the music. Isn’t that what you always told me? It was about the music and the audience, making that connection. Baby, you’re going to be so connected you won’t know what’s hit you and neither will they.

I debated for a while whether or not I should write this let alone send it but I finally decided that the things I wanted to say, needed to tell you, were worth putting into print and worth sharing with you. You deserve to know that I wish you well, that I think the world of you and want nothing but the best for all of you. Give Junie, Nil, Sascha, Dave and Kreske my regards.

Mi manchi*,

Pippa

P.S. I’ve held on to this bracelet for the better part of a year, I bought it intending to give it to you as a gift at your first wrap party. I hope you’ll still accept it in the spirit in which I give it. No strings attached, no promises made. It’s just me wanting you to remember that your Believer Girl does.



ooc: * I miss you

From Bee

Feb. 1st, 2009 01:37 am
sandandwater: (mature)
001. Copy and paste the following into your livejournal.
002. Bold all the things that you have in common with the person you took this from.
003. Change the things that you don't to something relevant. For example, if someone says 'I like cheese,' and you don't, give us a food you do like.
Read more )

Um...

Jan. 28th, 2009 08:45 pm
sandandwater: (volume control)


Your Stripper Song Is



Master and Servant by Depeche Mode



"There's a new game

We like to play you see

A game with added reality

You treat me like a dog

Get me down on my knees"



Yawn, dancing is so boring without a little spice.

sandandwater: (not pleased)
So here is a question for everyone, do any of you ever actually read what I post here? Do I annoy you with my pictures and my quizzes? That would be two questions, I suppose. Still. I understand that I am half a world away from most of you these days but I suddenly feel as if I am talking into a void.

If no one is interested in my day to day existence in Venice, I'll stop with the posts. I'll keep the photographs to myself. Maybe I should forgo a blog altogether and resort to email like I used to. Maybe Alessandro has a point, he doesn't understand having an online journal. Thinks it is too cold and impersonal. He might be right.

Of course, he also makes derisive comments about my iPod and its contents so I don't know how valid his sometimes antiquated point of view might be.

there is a meme under here )
sandandwater: (with marcus)


I posted this once before, but here I am as a baby.



A toddler.



A teenager.

and now for something a little bit different... )
sandandwater: (marcello's muse)
I keep meaning to post these, most of them taken by Marcello, a few of the decidedly amateur shots are my own handiwork, of course. I'm not sure how much most of you know about The City of Water, but it's made up of many islands and I don't live on Venice itself, but the isle of Murano instead. Murano is where the furnaces for glass making have been for centuries. All of them exiled there, to one location in case of fires. Reasonable and cheerful, no? Si.

Anyhow, this is where I am most days:

Venga con me! (Follow me) )

Plead

Jan. 26th, 2009 09:15 am
sandandwater: (cuddle me)
Pippa sat on the cold stone floor studying her creation—if a pile of fine-grained sand, scattered and fanned over marble could be called a creation. She was thinking. Searching: for inspiration, a clue, the secret still lurking inside the silica yet to be whispered to her by the muse in her artist’s soul. It still wouldn’t come to her. The redhead waited but not with patience. Bare feet slid into the rough grit, fingers caressed the moveable surface, digging trenches and weaving patterns.

It was in there, she could sense it. There was a masterpiece waiting for her. A concept that once found would bowl her over and feed her starving, idle talent and drive her past the point of reason until Pippa managed to bring it to life. It was there, just beyond the limits of her reach. What was it, why couldn’t she find it within herself to lean forward, stretch that little bit more and take hold of it?

She clenched a fistful of sand in the palm of her hand, squeezed until her knuckles turned white and the pressure created a burning heat, a stabbing pain where the sand dug itself uncomfortably into her skin. If sheer force of will were enough to jog that part of her being loose, she’d have her image ready to work from. If only it were that easy. If only…

Pippa Kerr//Last Call//231
sandandwater: (Default)
1. What gender of character do you play more of, male or female? Why?

I happen to have more female primary characters. I say primary because with my OCs and even the canon characters I pick up, I try to write them as a whole person with friends, family, random whonots in their daily lives. This means I write secondary and tertiary characters as well, much as you would for a novel. These beings do not exist in a void. So for example, I have Pippa here. I also write Mike, Alessandro, Marcello and in some instances I will pick up Rory who is someone else's muse altogether to write a prompt or a scene. In terms of the types of voices I will write, I'd say it's about 50/50. Break it down by primaries and most are female.

2. Is this different or the same as your own gender?

Same, with the same caveat as above.Read more )
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This is the post for all [livejournal.com profile] friend_a_muse comments. Feel free to say hello. I'm curious to see if this will net any attention. New acquaintances are always nice to have.
sandandwater: ([short hair] playful)




I hope your day is filled with joy and may you see many, many more in years to come.

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