Memory Is Art

Memory Is Art (isn't that just the most amazing imaginative shopname you can think of?!) is the baby of Ouissi Gresty, a Literary Artist & Bookbinder who specialises in collecting the memorabilia of people's lives and creating journals, guestbooks, cards and bookmarks capturing their unique stories and memories.


What I love most in all Ouissi's work is the fragile modesty of all the things she makes.

Most of all I like her vintage inspired postcards. All Cards are handmade and finished & add a special touch to your occasion. Each Card comes with a lined envelope & tissue paper.

Memory Is Art makes custom Wedding Journals to reflect the individual personality and style of you and your partner.
Can you imagine the memories of the most romantic day of your life, being in a wonderfull, totally unique handbound book?

"The blend of imagery and prose is evocative of you and your style..."

In the same way as she makes the wedding journals, Ouissi also makes travel journals. Each Journal is individually created to reflect you and your trip.

To see and read more about Ouissi Gresty's work:

http://memoryisart.blogspot.com/

http://www.memoryisart.co.uk/

http://memoryisart.etsy.com/

http://www.prickie.com/index.htm?artist=c40

Back

I never intented to be away for so long. I have been planning of featuring my fellow etsy-seller Memotyisart, but haven't had the time yet in between the studying and reading!

I thought today I'd write a little something again in between posting some new items to my shop and eating chocolate. Since I try to leave the smoking behind, I can't seem to live without the chocolate. Sigh.

One more busy week seems to be coming ahead of me, but after that things will turn back to normal again. I hope.
Though that probably is never going to happen. I always seem to plan more things then I can handle and don't give myself time to rest.

Which way to go?

1. Rain. Wind. Storm. It's been the kind of weather that's even worse than what you see in the avarage gohst-movie. For the last three days already. 'They' - the little people on the tv-screen - tell us that winter will finally start next week. It's about time.

2. My boy has gone home. So. I'm studying again. Back to the old scheme I can't seem to get used to.

3. I'm losing 0.5 kg a day, on average. For. About. One. Week. Now. Maybe sometime I will be skinny. Let's see how far I get this time. (My whole life has been a chain of attempts to loose weight, I have tried everything - almost everything).

4. Which way to go? - I can't be sure. I think I'll better think it out again. It seems as if I can only write about the weather.

5. Everything is illuminated.

One direction

1. Sunny day today.

2. Though, I haven't seen that much of it. I managed to go to bed late this morning, and get up again early noon.

3. I discovered you can live on drinking raw milk, without eating anything else. (And loose weight).

4. I tried to read an article about Darwin, but only got as far as page 1.

5. I have been thinking about the future. There is only one way to go.

Max Ernst

I think I'm trying to compensate for my not posting anything for at least the last week, by posting more than one blog today!
But, while cleaning my computer, I kind of rediscovered this artist: Max Ernst. I found some of his artworks in a folder I made a few years back, when I had to study his work for school.
Max Ernst was a German artist living and working in the 20th century.
He made some of the best collages I've ever seen, and I just want to share some with you.
I hope you enjoy them!

A poem by Ernst:

Etna

Grave-diggerat your post for thirty years

like Jesus Christ

you seldom grant yourself...

fully content with a little exercise

I like you

Two down one to go

I think I stopped breathing for a moment. The moment I walked through the door. A desk. With lots of papers on. Another desk with a computer. A child's drawing pinned on the white wall. Shelves with old books and paperwork. A replica of a bronze age axe just in front of me. Some neglected plants next to the window, reaching out to the light, thirsty for some water.

He told me to sit down in the empty chair and asked me questions. I said words and words. I can hardly remember now.
When I walked out the door, and started breathing again, the twenty minutes that had just passed, seemed noting more than a vague memory. I had no clue as to how it went. Good... or bad?

I guess we'll see. Within a month or so, when I get my results.

Only one exam left. It's in 16 days... Environmental history.


EDIT: (A little drama doesn't hurt, does it!)

Earrings again

It's getting dark already. It's only 16:05 pm. I'm looking trough the window. Two white chickens, I suppose they are from one of our neighbours, have invaded our garden. It just stopped raining. It only were a few drops. Just enough to make the grass wet.
I can hear my sister singing upstairs, she always does that when she's listening to music.
I try to concentrate. Celtic funeral rituals. The roman invasion in Western Europe. Deposistion of prescious bronze objects in our rivers.

I wonder what would have happend if we weren't invaded by 'all mighty' Julius Caesar, and weren't christianised.
Yes, that's the kind of questions I ask myself while trying to concentrate.

It's already darker.
I whish I could actually DO something. But no, I have to stick to my desk all day. Reading. Studying.

The chickens are gone.

*click*

to buy

This weekend's work

Two of all the photo's I've been taking last weekend ( I did over a hundred of them!). Both items are for sale in my etsy shop, and my dawanda shop.

Meanwhile I'm trying to study very hard, but I've got sme problems with concentration. I've only got four days left before the first exam. But I don't really realise. It will be there so soon. And I still have so much work to do. Please keep your fingers crossed for me!

First exam is Environmental Archaeology, which is a very interesting course, but of course there are always more interesting things to do than study...