Wednesday, March 30

get out of town: Batu Karas, West Java

I was so excited to be able to visit another part of Indonesia. We just spent an amazing few days in Batu Karas, a beautiful small fishing village on the west coast of Java. It was hot, steamy and lush - with water holes, water falls and brown muddy snaking rivers. Nothing at all like the usual tropical island fare.

lots of saturated rainbow hues

                                                                            Java Cove

Rice drying baskets hanging on the side of a house. Practical and beautiful. Planning on turning these into wall hangings in my home too.



                                                           Downstream with prehistoric-sized ferns


boy's own adventure

Surveying the situation. The cave was deep with a sense of foreboding........

                             However, there is no one braver than a four year old. Reached the half way point.....

                                                Made it to the very back of the cave. Hanging with the orbs.

We stayed in the Java Cove Beach Hotel. It was laid back, comfortable, friendly and stylish. Right on the beach. Not to mention National Geographic Traveler voted it one of their favorite hotels in Indonesia. I did a double-take when I saw this sign - placed right in the hotel's own restaurant. Kudos to the lovely owners, Nikki and Paul. 

 Where even the rubbish bins are lovely.

Stained glass window

Indiana Jones-style flight home. Note the backwards steps. No one wanted to leave.

Tuesday, March 29

rainbow bright: a catalogue of appreciation

Birth of the Undertow, 2005
The amazing coloured pencil and ink drawings by Australian artist Philipa Veitch 
via her website here

Henri Matisse, Joy of Life, 1905 via here

Satu lagi. Fluid, organic lines, vibrant and pulsating.
Determined these images will set the tone to my week.

Lovely happy wooden rainbow bowls via here

                                                         Philipa Veitch, A Polar Day, 2004
                                                   coloured pencil, ink on paper via here again

        The Clarins Heiresses, Virginie and Claire Courtin-Clarins, 
Paris Fashion Week AW, 2011 (hey no fair)
via Vanessa Jackman's great blog

This beautiful locket via verabel's etsy shop here

A small bright corner of our house, Jakarta,(vintage tin, Indian relief painting, Mumbai)
experimenting with a Michael Orton technique (orton-ish effect) in picnik photo editing

The clever and colourful thread work of Debbie Smyth via here

My home: a bright corner of Noah's room, Jakarta

John Nicholson, Scan, 2010 via here

                                        NYC Bright pop of perfect shoe colour via the sartoralist

John Nicholson, Cloudpopper, 2010 via here

 Kate Miss necklace via here


Monday, March 28

pool reflection with modern art tangent

David Hockney, A bigger Splash, 1967 via here

David Hockney, Day Pool with Three Blues here

Jakarta pool, March, 2011

One of the great things about living in Jakarta is getting to have your very own pool. A simple thing but pretty cool nonetheless. Not having a pool growing up, nor having many friends with one, there was always something luxurious, indulgent and exotic about having one to call your own. Summers were spent at the local public pool, but getting to splash around and be silly in your own private one, whenever the mood strikes, is rather excellent. But more than that, our pool here is also a beautiful, deep blue, reflective vessel that is a pleasure to look upon every day. I snapped these images one sunny afternoon and was suprised at how still and reflective the pool could be, replicating our soaring vertical garden in minute detail.
(Just a quick disclaimer - expatriates here mostly reside in rock star worthy MegaStructures with pools. We are by no means unique. Sadly, when this amazing adventure comes to an end, we will return to postage stamp sized living back in Australia, complete with no pool. This fact gives me temporary bragging rights).

Richard Diebenkorn, Ocean Park No.12  here

Richard Diebenkorn, Ocean Park No.129 here

                                                    Helen Frankenthaler, Air Frame, 1965 here

Thursday, March 24

painterly clutches and expat bazaars

Bazaars (and Balls) make up a large part of the expat circuit over here. They are usually put on by the the various international woman's associations based here and take place in the big hotels. I miss most of the bazaars because of work (they are always during the day) but sure did make up for it on a day off last week.  It was run by the fun ladies of BlueSalt in a private home where I came across the most beautiful bounty of little clutch bags. Due to the fact my brain lacks an edit switch, (and the fact that they were in an off-cast bin at ridiculously low prices) I spent the entire time hunched over and rummaging trying to pick my favorites. They all were. I walked away with more than I personally needed but justified it as a gift stockpiling exercise, as well as engaging in some therapeutic simulation op-shopping, which I really miss. I grew up thrifting and op-shopping with my father at charity stores, auctions, fetes, fairs and garage sales most weekends (he collects first edition Australiana books and sells some of it here). Years later I began to understand the thrill and reward of discovering something beautiful and precious underneath a pile of junk, or right up the back of a shop, or at the bottom of a box, where no one else had looked. It's a magical process when it works.

                 Richard Diebenkorn, ocean park no 27, 1970 via here - a great americana art resource

These beautiful clutches (apologies of styling these within an inch of their lives) are recycled from billboard material here in Jakarta and are made by Dyrt. They are extremely sturdy, as you can  imagine a billboard must be to weather the elements, but have such a lovely delicate, faded look. I love the muted tones and the way they slightly crease like paper. Put your order in! When I look at billboards now, the colour possibilities seem endless.

                                            Helen Frankenthaler, Flood, 1967 image via here

This accidental discovery was especially sweet as I had been 
wearable and painterly. Serendipity.