 Olive blossom copper leaf silkscreen motif embellished onto 100% silk velvet hand-coloured in pure botanical inks by one of America's premier artisans. One meter is worth $570 ‘The Perfumer’s Bed’
Covered by well‐worn linen, the feather filled mattress rests in soft coolness. Layers of quilted silk coloured like the shimmering late afternoon light are drawn across the bed’s length. The sky pours into the room. The perfumer’s bed, with tousled sheets of love, absorbs the skin’s aroma, the musky excursions and the salty tears of loss. The day’s journey, thoughts unsaid and desires of the heart all unfold from naked limbs. Nearby a glowing copper covered table holds an astonishing collection: tempered notes of nature ~ cardamon, juniper berry, elemi, rhododendron, mimosa, kewda, jasmin, tuberose, pomegranate, ginger lily, frankincense, peru balsam, oakmoss and ambergris stand amidst many more. All refined to essence form. Mixtures of ideas blended on the copper surface. Written in restless repose are powerful fragments from a bare slumber. Ephemeral, sensual notes shaped by their aromatic character. The essences recall visions of mesmerizing heat, meadowlark song, lashing rain and earthly kingdoms. They chant of half‐forgotten places, far flung Arabian souks and spice trader’s perils. Nourished, cherished, plucked, distilled, poured and jostled, the fragrant liquid to its destiny moves. Sentir: to feel, to touch, to smell. The scent of amber, violet, pink lotus, and blood orange infuse the slanting phrase of a poem and the song of the sun. Perfumes travel on the skin of my wrists. They sink into my psyche. Perfumes witness my inner world and illustrate my story. Becoming one with the perfume, I am an elixir, an intoxicated film of archeology, intrigue, betrayal, passion and memory. The extent of my day’s worth is the sillage in the air above the perfumer’s bed. © Juliet Valmont
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 'Mapmakers gather details'
Measurements, records, journals & drawings of those who travel those who live dangerously untethered from known quantity exploring land, sea & sky forming places within by allowing geographic elements to saturate their lives It is written when the traveller starts a journey their heart takes the shape of a sunstar A phosphorescent compass ~ lapis solaris Mapping invisible strength of wind & current Her Sun is a mirror A transparent liquid metallic globe highlighting the universal sequence An eye looks through the sun Maximizing the only view An ever present now Our sky’s luminous thoughts gaze on an open hearted scene ~ a contextual contrast Ephemeral as the sweet caressing breath of God It is written the scent of eternité is composed of boronia (a South Sea flower) lime, Arabic incense, cyprus, spikenard, olive oil, All the oils which anoint the body of the risen Christ This perfume traces the soul A clear gleaming map unfurled next to the celestial sea Ocean salt melted with fervent heat Creates the thinnest edge of a sky blue looking glass Mapmakers incandescent thoughts move stylus on black wax Vintage poets dancing words, scrolling pathways feathers or sharpened points which side takes ink best Every map a window where a symphony is seen A tubereuse & mother of pearl inlay blossom Recounting revelations onto tiny thin gold fruit Adorning the mapmakers fingertips It is written the voice of a map is the sound of a shooting star tesoro, my darling, my silent heaven when the light shimmers like wings of the morning on the outermost parts of the sea divine the hidden treasure beautifully revealed ~ The kingdom is at hand Mapmakers gather details… (c)2015 Juliet Valmont |
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