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Cosmic Couture II, 2018 // Freya Flavell at doodoodloo
Now there’s a canvas of cosmic colour carnage if ever you asked for one! Called down from the crescent of a waxing moon, it is a multitude of shamanic shapes signifying the spectral experience, with all expectations lost to an amalgam of enigmatic pattern pieces.
It’s all the universe in one dress, it’s cosmic couture!
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sometimes in the evenings i like to read back on my blog and observe the changing nature of my personality since beginning here. my ways of expressing seem to have become more heavy and measured but not necessarily more serious, perhaps just slightly less energetic? like an old tired goat that has sat down for a nap and mumbles goat noises under its breath before resting its wizened beard on a bed of grass. from visiting my archives, i am most struck by how far i carried my feelings and memories from childhood and my teenage years with me into my early adulthood. it was such a comfortable and smooth transition that i never felt the need to reject or let go of those times, and i seemed to reference them so often in past writings. highschool, boyfriends, hometown, kid times. at some point in the last couple years i crossed a threshold into a new way of being and it now all feels hazy and swooshy, and the emotions i have carried through from my young years are still loaded and ripe and whole, but dusky, and experienced from a distance, a new kind of vantage point. as per usual, i find these discoveries and changes to be so delicious and fun! i love the way life stories evolve so erratically, and linearity dissolves amongst the multitude of dimensions that are occurring at all times, our lives growing unevenly in different areas like a groovy organic carrot. uh bite that crunch! what a delight. i think because i lived overseas and also moved interstate after returning, i had to break off a leg of my comfort carrot and dip it in the spicy hommus of newness. that way, i stepped away from a lot of the potent memories of my hometown and melbourne, and return to them now with a comfortable and matured nostalgia. i’m so thankful that i had such a strong foundation in my early youth, and carried it so far with me. the tendrils of those years will never really be broken, and in that way i know i will always carry my happy youthfulness with me, and it will ring like a gentle brass bell around my neck, even when i feel like an ancient goat clambering up the exposed cliffs of adulthood and old age. gratitude also to myself for this written self observation upon which i can often visit and reflect in this space, and to my friends that read it ~ thanks
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VI. Tapestry of Pizzaz 2017
Pen, pencil, watercolour paint, texta
Perennial Princesses by Freya Flavell at The Corner Store Merchants
In her life she’s had a patchwork of experiences, stitched together as one colourful story. From her crowning to her crossing, she will stitch an elegant tapestry held together by the threads of work and play! She likes her tapestry so much that she now wears it proudly as a dress, with added ruffles and sleeves, because what’s life without some extra pizzaz?
I. Bilum Baggage 2017
Pen, pencil, watercolour paint, texta
Perennial Princesses by Freya Flavell at The Corner Store Merchants
She doesn’t carry around much baggage. But the baggage she is yet to process is kept in her favourite bilum bag. In it she has a small purse of guilt, a waterbottle of worries, one trauma tampon and some fearmint chewing gum. Soon the coins will be spent, the worries drunk, the tampon disposed of and the chewy stuck under a chair, so she’s not too bothered!
hi tumblr ~ i miss you!
lately i have been passing on through many activities and moods, surfing more waves of salty life choices and sitting in modes of deep reflection and then detached periods of casual life-living. these last couple months i have pushed my boundaries of adaptability and confronted my anxiety over spontaneous change, and also let go of expectations or daydreams about the future. i feel extremely free, but also completely lost, but oddly complacent about being lost, like I’m hanging out on a blow up dingy in the middle of the pacific ocean and kind of enjoying it! no desire to purposely direct myself anywhere. when i fully let myself dissect this weird, current state of being i realise there is much guilt that comes with it, mostly from my assumptions of other peoples expectations of me. i often get the impression that people think i am wasting my time, or talent, or potential for an outcome that is a manifestation of what they perceive an ultimate end goal to be. i dunno. then there is another layer of guilt that has more merit since it’s a disappointment i find in myself for not having enough motivation or energy to harness what potential i know i do have. it feels more like a duty / like i am not fulfilling my duty, or the job description of my life until death. it’s a quiet knowledge that i inherited a responsibility to do something useful and selfless for the world. but i don’t really know what that is. sometimes i believe that just the fact that i am happy means that i have fulfilled my duty of being born. i really just look around me and love everything, and remember that all my anger, sadness and hate arises from a place of love. i am angry about the destruction of our natural world because i love it, i’m sad about the oppressive structures of societies because i love people etc. i suppose i can hang out in my dingy for a while knowing that at least i’ve come this far, but i guess sometime soon i’ll have to dive in and swim my best breaststroke towards a more tactile expression of my love. til then!
xoxo freya girl
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Floral Intoxication // Freya Flavell at Doodoodloo
She goes woozy from the jasmine on spring walks through the streets, wild for the banksia and bottle brush beside the creek, kooky for the crysanthemums beside her mothers californian bungalow and faint from the freesias that grow out bush. Her hair definitely smells like daphne. Delicious!
Real Love // Freya Flavell at Doodoodloo
Things move fast around her, structures crumble, emotions pass through. But beyond the doubt she feels her connection to something larger. The real love of the universe, permeating all realms of being!
i had some really great dreams about clothes last night! now i’ll have to draw them. my favourite was a motorcycling outfit that i almost bought for $195 dream money but i decided it was too exxy. it was seriously so cool though. a three piece set with a boobtube, motorcycle jacket and leather pants and they all had a cactus print on them. should have just bought it! would have just cost me dream currency!
