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when I cross to the other side

2011-11-30T13:27:00.001+01:00

Sugar Journeys, London (c) 2011, i'm creative llc I am alone. On my side of the bridge. Looking and wondering how I would feel if and when I cross to the other side. Fear and excitement are peeking through my small and passionate heart. ... One day I woke up and decided that it is time to make the change. Flowers in the hair. Starlets in the eyes. Butterflies in the stomach. I am

sugar journeys

2011-10-14T14:52:00.001+02:00

Sugar Cotton and Pana - two creatures almost human, they keep rolling. LA, London and now leaving for Zurich. Concert of George Michael! Here are some snapshots of their naughty travels :) California Trip First sushi for Sugar Cotton with Pana Sugar Cotton driving the humongous S.U.V. Bad habits stick quickly to us :( Chop sticks are tough when not used to eat with them The flavor of this season

sugar cotton

2011-08-22T16:07:00.001+02:00

My new happy doll Cotton Sugar and her new special friend Pana.

EPPLA

2011-06-27T17:26:00.001+02:00

counting stars

2011-06-11T18:28:00.004+02:00

We search for friends to sit for a while and count our side of the stars. Fears. Dreams. Uncertainty. All ahead of the foggy road. When we think that all is almost lost, an unknown hand is stretched for help. We live so we can count TOGETHER with friends our side of the stars. A lesson by the master of animation Yuri Norstein.

confession of a dreamer

2011-05-29T16:33:00.001+02:00

Open publication - Free publishing - More eppla I wanted to tell a story. Many stories. About love. Miracles. And dreams. I thought a lot about it. Years. Days. Crying sunrises. Smiling sunsets. One day my heart got into a serious accident. Millions of broken pieces were falling heads down. Didn't know at that time that the fall would be the biggest chance for a rise. I backtracked my

the colour of tears

2011-05-05T21:51:00.000+02:00

(c) i'm creative, 2011 Browsing some music today and suddenly sunk into the vertigo of a song. Tears itching at the edge of my lashes. Pushing. Screaming. Pouring. In no particular order. For no particular reason. With no particular shape. Invading my cheeks. Tears with the particular colour of love.

the way we are

2011-04-27T16:11:00.002+02:00

(c) i'm creative, 2011 A friend hovered for quite a while over the impossibility of possibilities today. Sounds crazy, isn't it. We all do it all the time. Growling, grinding, spitting our lives. The result is... our lives. I learned to see the falling leaves as pinky butterflies. The dying flowers - as flame of hearts. Believe it not, yet all it makes a sense to me. You might feel trying and

fairy telling

2011-04-17T16:09:00.002+02:00

(c) i'm creative, 2011 Sitting infront of the white screen. Staring the not-coming words. Trying to recall old emotions. Yes, the pain, the laughter, the colour of dreams. Getting into character so to speak. Drawings comes handy. Dolls make it fun. Love makes it worth recalling one day infront of a white screen. ...and why all these fuzzy butterflies in my stomach all of a sudden.

when you cry stars

2011-01-17T02:45:00.002+01:00

(c) Illustration Ame Iro, Rain Coloured Romance Have you been where heart is humming rusty songs. Have you gone where dreams are lonely flying birds. The place where I cry stars. ~ eppla

iris, best friend and crazy heart

2011-01-13T22:31:00.004+01:00

(c) i'm creative, 2010 Iris, a special girl with crazy curls, a friend of eppla, with a double heart that loves the sky, all stars, and even clouds, and will never let them freeze outside a loving soul. Soon to be available at www.eppla.org 100% handmade, 99% from recyclable materials

life belongs to the brave ones

2011-01-11T19:40:00.002+01:00

every new day

2010-12-28T18:46:00.004+01:00

Every new day I wake up excited that I'll meet/ find out (usually in the virtual space) someone who could shake me up from my everlasting procrastination of following my dreams and make me spin around smiling and dancing. Not all days are the same and some are quite unfortunate in that sense. Yes, when you meet them - "the Inspirators", as I call them, mornings are not that freezing and ideas

on talent

2010-12-17T20:59:00.000+01:00

When the genius speaks, even the Gods keep silent.

grab your wings & FLY

2010-12-14T04:09:00.002+01:00

(c) i'm creative GRAB YOUR WINGS AND FLY FROM DEC. 15 UNTIL JAN. 31 Love to READ aloud, to SING, to IMITATE voices, to put on ACCENTS? Send us a 3 min. video of YOU reading your FAVORITE part of The Adventures of Charlie & Moon to www.charlieandmoon.com or upload video directly to our facebook page. At the end of January 2011, the Committee of Bizz-Buzz and Doreen Tremblingknees will

DESign who yoU aRE

2010-12-10T20:44:00.004+01:00

(c) David Carson What is the definition for a perfect job? The one that you do even of you didn't need the money. If you are not, what the heck are you doing! David Carson - "the most famous graphic designer on the planet”, a pro surfer who studied social science and yet revolutionized typography and graphic design, gives us a push to ride the wilder waves of life. There is no formal course

the shadow of a girl

2010-12-09T00:25:00.004+01:00

(c) Junie Moon When I feel alone and miss the lights of busy streets. When my flying thoughts are chasing sleepless nights. When the music of my heart is singing old chansons. Then I will be running the pinky streets and breathe the bluest sky.

the eyes that will never forget

2010-06-10T06:07:00.002+02:00

The eyes of the magnificent bird were not looking particularly at me or anybody else. They were sadly recalling an ancient wisdom. No one could leave a trace unnoticed on this Earth. Forgotten. Probably by many. Yet, when a beauty is sacrificed for greed and life - for money, then we gonna feel the void. Metabolism - one could say. We can't surpass it. No tag for that. The eyes of the

hard magic or Women Without Men

2010-06-03T21:20:00.004+02:00

Women in love, women heartbroken; women locked, women free; women crying, women smiling; women mothers, women that will never be. Women. Men are not always around and even so, we can't tell that always. Reality can dirty our lives with ashes or can lit them up with an exuberant brilliance. The women of Shirin Neshat's are ordinary yet so special. Courageously living and/or dying among men.

game open with a scarygirl

2010-04-21T01:40:00.004+02:00

Game became the way the last few generations experience life, taking it to the extreme levels of survival. More than 10 years ago my competitive nature got humbled by a group of kids that crashed me without any hesitation, and for what is worth - more than once. Since then I stick to the observing/ cheering position... till today. My passion for vinyl toys, my love for crazy stuff brought me to

the way we keep starring talent

2010-04-16T23:15:00.005+02:00

People invent various ways to measure talent. Not particularly because they can quantify it or explain it. Most probably because some measure is needed to comprehend the uniqueness. As the story goes, a star has been assigned today to Russel Crow and it will shine for him (and for us) on the Walk of Fame. Well, he is not exactly the talent that needs an assigned star. Stretches a hand, walks

one sees clearly only with the heart

2010-03-31T17:32:00.004+02:00

Walking, running, jumping, chasing, stumbling, reaching, touching almost ... the stars. The grown-ups know this road too well and yet they remain reluctant to admit it. The part with the stars is a non-existent for the serous chasers of dreams because "serious grown-ups" can't waist time in trying to touch the untouchable...The stars are in our hearts. See them, reach out to them and you

give a crazy heart one more chance

2010-03-22T01:02:00.002+01:00

When for the first time I heard "The Weary Kind" song of Ryan Bingham (yes, the one who took the Oscar for most original song) I simply sat and listened to it the whole afternoon. My heart sunk and couldn't stop thinking how crazy hearts connect, weary kinds lose their minds, how they never stop falling ahead, never tired of giving one more try. Crazy weary hearts, we have to keep losing our

kaleidscopes of a fairy tale

2010-03-21T17:57:00.004+01:00

© i'm creative, 2010 I keep drawing characters for my new book Eppla or otherwise known as the girl with the blue-black hair and illustrations same as stories keep rushing out of that light place in one's heart and impatient to take a life on their own. The synthesis of their new lives are those kaleidoscopes that I prepare for each character. Colours, shapes, emotions blended in one figure -

the emerald eyes girl

2010-03-18T00:27:00.004+01:00

© i'm creative, 2010 My heart was troubled for quite some time. I tried various ways to quiet it but it just didn't stop. So, one day I decided to have a drastic intervention - to tell the story that troubled my heart. All characters as well as feelings, emotions, dreams began their journey in my book "Eppla or otherwise known as the girl with the blue-black hair". Today I have the pleasure to