Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts

Friday, September 4, 2015

Weekend Rumi

Some Rumi to start the weekend with...#rumi #weekendwisdom #art

Posted by Azra Momin on Friday, September 4, 2015

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Garden Bliss

Dedicated to all my friends who hit the dirt for the sake of what might grow from it. xox#audreyhepburn #gardening #inspirational #illustration #growth

Posted by Azra Momin on Thursday, August 27, 2015

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Art + words

Color :) (And sometimes not).

Posted by Azra Momin on Sunday, May 11, 2014

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Speaking of chairs...

Ooh, I like beautiful, well-designed, comfy chairs, and these are so scrumptious! Right up there on my wish list.

From Vioski.

With its high, curved back, button tufting, and deep, inviting seat, the Louis Chair combines modern comfort with mid-century style. Shown with swivel base. Also available with solid maple legs and matching ottoman.





The perfect place to unfurl after a long day of work and enjoy with a favorite book or movie, the wide seat and ottoman of the Palms I provide support and extra comfort. Available with ottoman and with wood legs or a swivel.



Monday, December 22, 2008

I'm back!

It's been almost a month that I last wrote. A few things happened that just stilled my heart for the longest time, and I felt frozen. I really did. Frozen at my very core. The Mumbai attacks (read Arundhati Roy's telling article), and news reports of cruelty resulting in the death of two little girls, one in the US, one in Canada, apparently by their own mothers, were among other stories of horror and hopelessness.

How do we find it in us to inflict fellow humans, let alone children with such violence that we kill them?

Such reports numb me beyond words. And I react by withdrawing into a shell. Not a good strategy - it doesn't really help me, and it certainly doesn't help anybody else. I know what I should do is find means to fight this injustice that so enrages me, but I feel too paralyzed to do anything, and that makes me feel even more pathetic. Some day, I hope I have the courage and the composure to lend my voice to the cause of kindness and justice.

Until then, I take solace in the the thought that if the world is still surviving, then surely there is more good happening here than evil, more benevolent people walking among us than those who wish to do harm. Something, somewhere is redeeming us.

I have a bunch of post titles saved up for in between, because although I could not write I did make things now and then. Mostly I spent time with my family, finding comfort in their presence, and reminding myself how much I have to be thankful for.

So I'll be filling in the gaps soon. If you are reading this, please share how your year is ending, what you learned, and what you hope for.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Lost

That's how I'm feeling. Well, a little, for sure. Things seem to be at a standstill, and I feel somewhat confused as to which direction to take. I so much want to make things, but not having any space to do anything in is telling on me!

In the summer months I painted on the dining table downstairs, but now that area is not very well lit, and not conducive to creativity!

Lately I've been using my computer table as my studio, all two feet by two and a half feet of it. With my laptop, the baby's snacks and the phone already on it, my paintings have to be necessarily tiny! I've never painted on such a small scale before!

But more than anything, I think I'm lost about what to make. I have too many ideas, with too many different materials (a whole stash of odds and ends I have lying around) and not enough time! It's taken me half a day just to write this post. The little Baby Button is all ready to start walking, and I want to make sure she is safe at all times, plus she doesn't nap, plus she is so curious about everything I am doing, and wants to er, lend a hand with every single thing.

She is so cute that most of the time I don't want to do anything but be with her, sometimes I feel the tug, and hope I'll be able to do something worthwhile with my hands soon.!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

I'm not liking this...

...Networking.
It's depressing me.
I'm not the kind of person easily depressed
but
I hate facebook.


and I'm not liking...
this blog any more.

And I just want to paint.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Saturday, November 1, 2008



There are lots of things to see, unwrapped gifts and free surprises. The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But- and this is the point- who gets excited by a mere penny? If you follow one arrow, if you crouch motionless on a bank to watch a tremulous ripple thrill on the water and are rewarded by the sight of a muskrat kit paddling from its den, will you count that sight a chip of copper only, and go your rueful way?

It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted in pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days.

It is that simple. What you see is what you get.


Annie Dillard
from "Pilgrim at Tinker Creek."

Friday, October 31, 2008

What Remains Of The Day

Does that sound irreverent? I hope Kazuo Ishiguro won't mind my stealing (somewhat) the title of his lovely book. Actually I really liked the movie too, a rare occurrence if I have read and enjoyed the book. In fact I will usually avoid watching the screen version of a book I really liked, but who can pass up Anthony Hopkins and Emma Thompson enacting an Ishiguro story?

But I totally digress.

DaddyBoy very kindly went to rock the Baby Chipmunk to sleep, and dozed off himself, thus completely dashing my plan to watch Clint Eastwood's classic A Fistful of Dollars with him. Too tired to think up plan B, I ended up at my computer. And checked my email. And found this.

It's past 11 p.m., but who cares what remains of the day; it's ending wonderfully!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Laugh - but it's mostly true!

WHY GOD MADE MOMS

Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:

Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.


How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.


What ingredients are mothers made of ?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice
in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use
string, I think.


Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?
1. We're related.
2. she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.


What kind of little girl was your mom?
1. My Mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.

What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get
drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?


Why did your mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.


Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.


What's the difference between moms & dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power
'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your
friend's.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.


What does your mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.


What would it take to make your mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of
plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd dye it, maybe blue.


If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get
rid of that.
2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who
did it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the
back of her head.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Getting out there

This blog is beginning to look all mish-mashy. I'll really have to clean it up soon. There's more links coming though! Here's what I did recently:

Joined Indiepublic yesterday.

Added a couple more details to my Facebook account (generously set up for me by DaddyBoy coz I'm still so wary of Facebook and I've always avoided joining it and when I did try it looked a lot more complicated than I thought, but now I have a Page AND a Profile!)

Signed up with The Hand Made Product Directory to be included in their listings.

Created an account with Project Wonderful, and got an ad ready there if ever I start bidding.

And I joined LinkdIn.

Did I paint at all? Nope!

I don't know how people post things everywhere, and blog and reply to blogs and in general keep track of what they are doing where on line. I want to put all this in place and then concentrate on making art. But I have a feeling joining groups and websites is not going to be enough. I'll have to be out there actively participating, when really I just want to be perfecting my craft.

I hope I'll learn how to juggle it all, but right now I just want to grab a brush and get all messy with paint!