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Navicula pendant lamp by David Trubridge

The Navicula pendant lamp is another nature inspired design by the New Zealand based designer, David Trubridge. The lamp, that just recently got recommended for the Darc Award 2017, is inspired by the many microscopic diatoms that float in the ocean. It is illuminated by a row of LED pin point lights at the inside of the skeleton, that is made of CNC cut Bamboo-Plywood.

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Another 1:12 scale room view by David Claudon

Installation view of works by Memphis-group at the sales exhibition Bowie/Collector at Sotheby’s London, November 2016. Featuring works: First-chairs (1983), Polar-side tables (1984) and Flamingo-side table (1984) by Michele de Lucchi, Cucumber vases by Martine Bedin (1985).

Whatever They Want To Be

A #microfiction from a prompt about witches and firstborns and adoption…

“If anyone asks, we had to give up the baby because of a spell.” She said it almost matter-of-factly while setting out a plate of scones - but there was enough edge in it to make it sound definitive.

“A spell? Marjorie, is this really necessary?” David was fussing over their tea, adding too much honey because the village apothecary had told him it was calming. “Why can’t we just tell them the truth, that we’re not ready to raise a child and they are?”

“You know what Father Janos would say.” She adjusted a cushion. She adjusted it again.

“I don’t care what he says!” The mug clinked as he set it down slightly harder than intended. His version of throwing it against the wall.

“Well, you should. Because people listen.”

“But he’s so full of…” David stopped and sipped the tea. It did calm him a little, turning his guts down to a gentle simmer. “…hate.”

“And I need you not to be.” There was a knock on the door. “He’s here.”

“A witch’s curse, you say?” Metal clicked between Father Janos’s fingers as he span the intricate little set of weighing scales around his hand. “Of course, I will pray for the *child*.”

“It was foolish of us, I know, Father,” David forced so much wheedle into his voice it could have crawled away… “But the last harvest was so hard on us.”

“You could have come to the Church…” Janos had crumbs round his lips from the scones. He made no move to wipe them off.

“We *did*, Father.” Marjorie kept her head bowed so as not to reveal the daggers in her eyes.

“Ah. Well, the Grocer can only provide honest weight from the scales.” He looked around the modest cabin with an avaricious eye. “I take it David made new furniture over the winter?”

“No.” Said David, carefully. “Marjorie did. It was down in the forest, chopping wood, that she met the witches.”

“And they promised you bounty in exchange for the child, hmmm?”

They both nodded. It was very nearly what had happened, except there had been no bargain involved. Just two kindly old women who were happy to spare their excess without weighing up the Grocer’s weight first.

“Well,” Janos’s smile was sharp, “there is one other option…”

The air felt heavy around them. Like at any moment it could drop and break.

“Yes, Father?”

“You could give the child up to receive the Grocer’s weight.” They felt the words smash like fine china around them. “We always need new boys at the temple.”

There was silence. The sense of toes trying to feel for safe ground amongst the broken shards.

“Of course, Father, that would be our preferred option except…” Marjorie gulped. “…the witches seem sure the child will be a girl.”

“…pity.” Said Janos, all the care gone out of his voice. “I will pray they’re wrong, of course, but those creatures seldom are.”

As he got up to leave, David and Marjorie both offered up silent prayers to any god but the Grocer.

“Will you be safe, though?” David had that tremble in his voice again. “The people will be afraid of you now…”

“Oh, they were afraid of us already, darling.” Ethel placed a hand on her wife Jade’s thigh and gave it a comforting squeeze.

“It’s how we’ve stayed safe for so long.” Jade smiled sadly. “They’d much rather think we’re two witches and be scared shitless of us, than accept two women living together for *other* reasons.“

“And we’ve wanted the company of a little one for so long.” They looked at each other lovingly.

“One thing,” said Marjorie, “is that everyone thinks he’s a girl. That’s what we had the midwife tell Father Janos, you see…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” said Ethel.

“They can be whatever they want to be.” said Jade.”

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VanGogh’s  chairs  -    David Hockney

British b.1937-

-  Van Gogh’s Chair (White)  1998

    Etching , 28 ½ x 27 1.2 in.

-   Chaise de Van Gogh   1988 

     Acrylic on canvas, 122x91cm

-   First Gauguin’s Chair   1988

     Acrylic  on canvas  48 x 36 in.

-    Gauguin’s Chair 1988 

Chair with Pipe   -   Vincent  van Gogh   1888

Gauguin’s Chair with Books and Candle   -   Vincent van Gogh  1888

 

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@newsiestober day 26: Davey! god knows there’s no way I could miss this day out of all the others

Rating: T

Pairing: Jack/Katherine/David

Summary: David, grasping at straws, uses an old coping mechanism to cope with his depressive slump.Or, wherein David is having a hard time in like, so he dyes his hair.

Warnings:  Anxiety and depression. General angst


The apartment was too quiet without Jack and Katherine.

They were both gone for their own reasons. Kath had been pulled away by her mother for a week-long trip. A visit to a few relatives halfway across the country. David missed her.

Jack was still in town, but his presence had been very sparse in the apartment that week. Of the seven nights Katherine had been absent, Jack was gone for half of them.

They’d held each other the first two nights, cuddled against the chilly October night under the blankets. David found it bearable, comfortable in his partner’s embrace.

And then for two nights afterward, Jack had phoned in late at night, saying things like, “It’s getting late and the rain is pretty heavy. Think I’m gonna crash at the studio tonight, if that’s okay,” and the night after, “Race and Spot’re in a spat. Spot’s at Albert’s and I offered to stay with Race.”

What could David do but agree?

The next night Jack had come home after David was already asleep, smelling of paint and cheap Italian take out.

David understood. He did. He knew all about Jack’s big projects that were nearing completion. He knew that Jack got wound up in work all too often. He knew Jack skimmed over details sometimes and didn’t really pick up on when things were less than OK, or that something had gone off-kilter in their lives.

And that was fine.

David was an adult. He would be fine . He could handle a few nights on his own. He became re-accustomed to the cold sheets and empty mattresses. The cold morning kitchens, and the ghosting laughter that David longed for.

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David Hockney, Beverly Hills Housewife, 1966
Acrylic on canvas, two panels; 72″ × 144″

Ooh, rewatching 2x11 and there is a possible explanation for all that chasing around the room with Ben Horne in The Return. I had forgotten but Ben says something along the lines of: if you organize your room perfectly, it creates a special resonance that is beneficial to the individual inhabiting it.

So, is this Ben Horne finally achieving goodness? The room is ringing and, if you keep pacing around, love materializes.

Not sure if that’s the reason for the scene, but on the other hand, that is so Lynch. Happiness spreading from interior arrangement.