As corny as it might sound, I always give the following advice to my children when they're down - to think of all their favourite things - which naturally brings to mind... The Sound of Music!!!
Nevertheless there is certainly wisdom therein, so I like to look at a few of my favourite objects, since the rest seems to be pretty inaccessible for the time being....
So, along with the kittens' whiskers and some other things on Julie Andrews' list..... I'd add...
Blue Morpho and peacock feathers for their irridescence and the sheer magic of nature that I could never grow indifferent to... Even the humbler Blue Chalk butterflies....
|Chalk Blue and opals
|Peacock feathers and Pedro
|Handmade blue Swarovski bead necklace, with ring and brooch
Blue glass beads (well, any beads actually) would figure there too.....
|La Samaritaine; Paris
....Art deco tiles and mozaics for their discretion - often hidden away in obscure places and at great height...
You often fail to notice the beauty that is just out of reach, almost as if the aesthetic pleasure was a
hide-and-seek game for the artist...
|Advert for a variety of Lu biscuits; Reims
|Le Ballon des Ternes; Paris
Concerning beautiful old tiles, I liked these rather devious-looking birds, that look like a cunning take on William Morris' 'The Strawberry Thief' and have a slight hint of one of my favourite birds - the Jay.
....The Jay would be on my list because with its seemingly modest dusty pink/grey plummage contrasting the bright blue wing feathers that flash as they fly past with their strange 'prehistoric' calls, they seem such strange birds. I found this feather in woodland in the South of France at the end of the summer, while the Forget-me-nots are from the garden...
Finally as grey gives way to blue, I'd add open leaden skies that lead onto silver linings...
Here is one of the older squares in Reims seen in reflection - with the twin towers of the cathedral visible on the skyline.
|Window display in a florist's; Reims
|From Mousehole to Marazion, Cornwall
I spend a lot of my time looking at blue,
The colour of my room and my mood.
Blue of my walls, blue out of my mouth,
The sort of blue between clouds,
When the sun comes out,
The sort of blue in those eyes you get hung up about.
When the feeling of meaningless sets in,
Go blowing my mind on God,
The light in the dark, with the neon arms,
The meak he seeks, the beast he calms;
The head of the good soul department.
I see myself, suddenly,
On the piano, as a melody.
My terrible fear of dying,
No longer plays with me,
For now I know that I'm needed,
For the symphony.....