Spending the night at my studio, making these little flowers—in between bouts of frustrated Facebook activity. It’s not my favorite interface, full of bugs, but it was great to see all my friends again (they wont come to flickr…sigh)
I’m using the pages of a biography about Mata Hari (which is Malay for “Eye of the Day”, i.e. the Sun) She was an amazing woman: a rather dumpy Dutch divorcee-turned-prostitute who “re-invented” herself as a Javanese princess of priestly Hindu birth, pretending to have been initiated in the art of sacred Indian temple dancing since childhood. And men fell for it, unsurprisingly. Hah. She was executed by firing squad for espionage during WWII.