Sharpie Al
Charlotte Alice Overton-Hart, or just Sharpie Al.
Champion of ageing and the old, and the experience and wisdom of older people, inspired by my 92-year-old gran, Nancy.
People are my favourite vintage. Amazing greys.
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“Rhythm is deep and it touches us in ways that we don’t understand. We know that language used rhythmically has some kind of power to delight, to...
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CREATIVE IDEASNew and creative ideas happen all the time. By definition they are unique and different. However, with new ideas you never know if...
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Delicatessen with love – portraits of grandmothers around the world alongside their specialty dishes by Italian photographer Gabrielle...
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PlayThere are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and...
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“Wherever your life ends, it is all there. The utility of living consists not in the length of days, but in the use of time; a man may have lived...”
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“Though I am an old man, I am a young gardener”— Thomas Jefferson - To be ever learning is the key to life.
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Typeverything.com - DelVal Botany Mailer by @danielgblackman.
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“Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in...
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8 posts tagged seasons
This wonderfully synesthetic picture reminds me of what Gran’s flat used to smell like: floral somehow, with a crush of malted milk biscuits. Perhaps with a whiff of fresh linen mixed in, and a hint of lavender soap. Do you see smell what I mean?
When it comes to describing smell, language is totally inadequate. Still, that didn’t stop the Japanese. Karieshuu is a word meaning the distinctive smell of the elderly. And it’s not bad. It’s just different.
(via It’s Okay To Be Smart).
Forced bulbs.
I vaguely remember a lot of these at school. Pretty, yes, but a bad metaphor for education. Better in the big wide world, by far.
Wild flowers plus notes, and a little tape = ingredients for autumn scrap-booking.
I just love this ace pantone autumn by Chris Glass.
I’ve been picking up a lot of fallen leaves recently. I make notes, doodle, and write song lyrics on them. I keep the leaves in my flat for a few days until they’re nice and crisp, then throw them out the window and watch them tumble down the street. Feels like permissible litter and graffiti, both.
This weekend at Wordstock, I was reminded afresh to dust off my Moleskine and find inspiration in the unprocessed, like a walk in the park, or indeed, an amble round Clerkenwell. Thanks to Sarah McCartney and Andy Hayes for the prompt.
