31 July 2025

Davi sends a car usually around five, he prefers the evening light; he spends mornings out on the lake working from his yacht; he is very set in his life snd schedule; NYC and where he flies around to, his current exhibitions are in Cannes where his latest client is located. They’re very dry for people who are involved in art—the party people who drop in. I really thought there’d be more interesting people. They look at Davi’s new model(who is that again?in a Lilli Pulitzer mini sheath later to be swapped for what’s hung on the rack and walk around next to him acting interested in the mingling conversation— I find this more fun as it’s acting)and eat what the caterers walk around with —but real conversation ….? —for the plus, you can say, I get to meet a lot of rich guys and I don’t even have to try 

the ability to detach seems to have allowed a zen to have occurred from work lately. I go there and tune out. Just because I lay naked for a man who pays me does not mean he penetrates my walls. I go somewhere else. I don’t feel like I care. It is almost out of body. Sometimes I fall asleep 

 

 

of poets and language

The first time I had ever heard of ‘the PreRaphaelites’ was in my 10th grade English Literature class. 

I remember the moment vividly. It was a morning class. And I was quite sad. A friend at school had just been killed on his motor bike and we were close

English literature had always been a balm for emotional pain for me in the past 

it was the picture of a painting in the text book we were reading from. ‘The Beguiling of Merlin’ …by Edward Burn-Jones; I was utterly compelled to the page —especially as I had just bought a novel with this exact painting on the cover. Part of why I bought the book. 

This was the class that opened my eyes to the vague sense that humans on earth have always been telling an ongoing story through the arts. Each movement. Each era 

The reason I found myself further still pulled into wanting to know more beyond their flooding of senses through aesthetic intense use of color and imagery 

What I loved was that the emphasis was not on the classical expectation of creating art. 

They were rebels. I loved that. I identified with the resentment of having my pencil removed from my fingers by my mother to correct my artistic errors; I didn’t want shadows; I wanted bold lines and my own interpretation of style that was not dependent on “realism”

It was the class that weeks earlier had introduced me to the romantic poets (the language of poetry with their codes)so by now I already loved Keats from my favorite poem. That they depict poems or works of literature in their work thrilled me to distraction 

what’s in the tea leaves

southern iced tea with honey in giant cup

 

turning to William Morris in need of beauty

 ….to remove from horrors and the din I desperately reach to take a familiar page from —a— somewhere else

   —like a ‘News from Nowhere’ 

    to a great and safe and very distant land out of the present I love to take a break with Mr. Morris.The rebel Textile mogul from The Arts and Crafts Movement of the Industrial Revolutionary times —who is actually the little known father of Fantasy/Scifi. 

His work in fiction and art has been well known to have inspired Tolkien; was part of the PreRaphaelites and ‘the Birmingham Set’ while at Oxford

William Morris is a page in my dictionary; an artistic muse hero for me; 

The novel opens like a grand adventure; like some middle earth midlands

In his style here one may see how he inspired another local to write a series of stories which became their own folktale of epic legends 

 from the House of the Wolfings by William Morris

“The tale tells that in times long past there was a dwelling of men beside a great wood. Before it lay a plain, not very great, but which was, as it were, an isle in the sea of woodland, since even when you stood on the flat ground, you could see trees everywhere in the offing, though as for hills, you could scarce say that there were any; only swellings-up of the earth here and there, like the upheavings of the water that one sees at whiles going on amidst the eddies of a swift but deep stream….”

continues pages later, 

“Now the name of this House was the Wolfings, and they bore a Wolf on their banners, and their warriors were marked on the breast with the image of the Wolf, that they might be known for what they were if they fell in battle, and were stripped. The house, that is to say the Roof, of the Wolfings of the Mid-mark stood on the topmost”

So drawn into wonder with these words of great adventure— where will it lead us to?

“ …the men of one House might not wed the women of their own House: to the Wolfing men all Wolfing women were as sisters: they must needs wed with the Hartings or the Elkings or the Bearings, or other such Houses of the Mark as were not so close akin to the blood of the Wolf; and this was a law that none dreamed of breaking. Thus then dwelt this Folk and such was their Custom….”

Legends have many meanings 

 the most fun come with great and detailed hand drawn maps that have interesting word symbols with forests and valleys and unknown creatures