Eva Cassidy (1963-1996)

23 Jul

Singer/songwriter Eva Cassidy died of cancer at the tragically young age of 33. This video was recorded during her very last performance in September 1996, two months before she passed away — she closed her set with an inspirational and heart-breaking rendition of “What a Wonderful World.” Her angelic voice fills every word and nuance with a special meaning. Listen and love!


Margarita Kareva (Photography)

17 Jul


Do yourself a favor and check out these beautiful, ethereal images by photographer Margarita Kareva. The article has a link to her website… It’s definitely worth clicking through her dream-like portfolio.  If you love fairy tales, animals, beautiful princesses, and stunning photos… this article is made for you. Plus — prepare to be impressed by the fact that Kareva, in terms of years, is kind of a “newbie” photographer, having taken up photography only three years ago!



16 Jul


Beautiful post! (Via doodlesinvigorate.wordpress.com)

Originally posted on Doodles Invigorate:


We all have talents. Some have a hard time finding it, yet, it is effortless for others. Talent doesn’t always have to be artistic. It could be budgeting money, or taking care of people, or fixing things. Talent is best used when it helps the well being of others. God blessed us so we can be a blessing. I love to paint! I think I’m going to start painting doodles. I enjoy using my passion to inspire. Use your talent!

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Lilly Pulitzer, 1931-2013 (Lead a Colorful Life)

13 Jul


Geez, I love my Lilly coffee cup… It’s the little things. We miss you, Lilly!


Philip Scott Johnson’s “500 Years of Female Portraits in Western Art”

12 Jul

Love this video compilation of 500 years’ worth of female muses and models in Western portraiture by Philip Scott Johnson. It’s beautifully set to Bach’s Sarabande from Suite for Solo Cello No. 1 in G Major, recorded by Yo-Yo Ma. Two of my favorite things in one: art and music —- if you haven’t seen this yet, do yourself a favor! Enjoy!


Lili Boulanger

9 Jul

You can think of Lili Boulanger as being one of the major musical superstars in France in the beginning of the 20th Century. During my Master’s studies in music, I did a lecture recital on her song cycle Clairières dans le ciel and have been appropriately a fan of obsessed with Boulanger’s work ever since. One of the most amazing things about Lili is that she suffered from a chronic illness her entire life and passed away at age 24 — meaning she achieved many of her amazing accomplishments as a teenager. She was the first female composer to win the Prix de Rome in 1913 (at age 19!) with her Faust et Hélène. Heavily influenced by Wagner, “Papa Fauré,” and the poet Francis Jammes; and also preoccupied with death and infatuated with nature and the beauty of the world because she was aware of her very poor health; Lili Boulanger somehow conveyed in her works a perfect blend of naivety, innocence, and hopefulness, while still hinting at melancholy and fear. It’s basically perfect. So, um — can you tell I’m a fan?

(Faust et Hélène, 1913)

Country Summer by Léonie Adams (1899-1988)

6 Jul

Now the rich cherry, whose sleek wood,
And top with silver petals traced
Like a strict box its gems encased,
Has spilt from out that cunning lid,
All in an innocent green round,
Those melting rubies which it hid;
With moss ripe-strawberry-encrusted,
So birds get half, and minds lapse merry
To taste that deep-red, lark’s-bite berry,
And blackcap bloom is yellow-dusted.

The wren that thieved it in the eaves
A trailer of the rose could catch
To her poor droopy sloven thatch,
And side by side with the wren’s brood—
O lovely time of beggar’s luck—
Opens the quaint and hairy bud;
And full and golden is the yield
Of cows that never have to house,
But all night nibble under boughs,
Or cool their sides in the moist field.

Into the rooms flow meadow airs,
The warm farm baking smell’s blown round.
Inside and out, and sky and ground
Are much the same; the wishing star,
Hesperus, kind and early born,
Is risen only finger-far;
All stars stand close in summer air,
And tremble, and look mild as amber;
When wicks are lighted in the chamber,
They are like stars which settled there.

Now straightening from the flowery hay,
Down the still light the mowers look,
Or turn, because their dreaming shook,
And they waked half to other days,
When left alone in the yellow stubble
The rusty-coated mare would graze.
Yet thick the lazy dreams are born,
Another thought can come to mind,
But like the shivering of the wind,
Morning and evening in the corn.

(poem source: http://www.hellopoetry.com)


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