About balloons, art, memories, double takes, and coincidences

Dear Rob,

Wow!

By: Clare Pattinson

When I saw this drawing your mother donated to PACT, I think I might've *gasped*. Yes, I love the vibrant colours and the exaggerated features of her drawing⧿but that's not what caused my reaction.

THIS is what caused my reaction:

Holy shizbats!! Talk about freakish coincidences!!

This is a cutaway of a piece painted by a incredibly gifted artist who lived around the corner from me when I was younger. I was in awe of her talent, and being so kind, she would invite me in to look at her work. It was a feast for the eyes. Each painting was so incredibly beautiful I could cry. I wanted one so badly, but since I had just started my first job there was truly no way I could afford the purchase. I think she took pity on me, because when she relocated, she offered to sell me the piece, (at a ridiculously low amount) and, to accept monthly payments until it was paid for.

This painting and I have a long history together: It was held hostage, has a standing offer for a silly amount of money should I ever agree to part with it, contributed to a break-up, traveled with me to various continents, and has inspired countless passionate conversations. It is my favourite possession.

What does this have to do with anything?

Well, aside from causing me to do a double take, and a trip down memory lane... Nothing. I just thought it was worth a post, because I love freakish coincidences... What would life be without them.

Love,

Tess

Robert Pattinson expresses himself for a worthy cause

Dear Rob,

I usually don't post things without a bit of humor, but I feel this important.

Speaking for myself, I don't think I could survive my child coming to harm at the hands of anyone, let alone a stranger−so as a parent, I'd like to thank you for taking part in such a worthy cause.

This is mesmerizing...

By: Robert Pattinson, donated to PACT

PS: I see the astrological symbol for Libra. Does this mean you love me? *snort*

erm... sorry. This was meant to be a serious post.

With love and gratitude,

Tess

Water For Elephants... Elephants in Water

Heeelloooooo Robert!

It seems like forever since we've had one of my imagined conversations chatted! Did I mention how much I enjoyed the Vanity Fair article last year? or Remember Me? and DETAILS! Did I tell you how much I loved the interview in DETAILS?

I didn't?

In summary, let's just say, that if I allow myself to wonder about what it would be like to meet you, I don't wonder about you finding me attractive⎼I worry about you finding me boring⎼and, if I had to choose a favourite part, I'd say I really loved hearing about your day with the elephants.

(excerpts from DETAILS Mar'10)

JL: He tells me an elephant story. Not the one about Barcelona elephants—one about some he'd met recently in California.

RP: "Did you know elephants purr? It's completely scary if you don't know what it is. They purr like cats, but their heads are so deep they sound like velociraptors. You feel it in the ground under your feet. So this big female started sniffing my foot—big female elephant, that is. She sniffed it so hard it came up off the pavement like her trunk was a vacuum cleaner. Then she took my entire body in her mouth. I was holding on to her head, and as I slowly let go she tightened her grip really carefully until I'm just upside down in her mouth and she's going through my pockets with her trunk, looking for peppermints. It was the best day of my life."

JL: So you gave up control to an elephant, got groped, mugged, had your candy tugged at—and it was glorious?

RP: "Yeah. So beautiful you can't imagine. And the baby elephant was so excited that it sprinted out and did its routine in five seconds and then curtsied to everybody. It was actually laughing. Brilliant. Did you know they can also do imitations of other animals? A horse, a chicken, a monkey—these elephants could, anyway. They were movie elephants. One had written a screenplay, and one really wants to direct."

RP: "Do you know how they die? The elephant guy told me their molars get ground down from eating wood but regenerate like six times. And after that they slowly starve to death. Which is poignant, but that must also be what gives them time to get to the elephant graveyard. They're incredibly designed creatures. I mean, people hang on way too fucking long. If I knew that when my teeth fell out, that was it . . . Wow. The best day of my life. Beautiful, beautiful day."

❧ ❧ ❧

I love that you've had this experience. I've had my own close encounter of the elephant kind, so I can imagine what it must've been like for you.

One morning, I came upon a young calf with her mahout on a beach in Thailand. It was difficult to describe how I felt afterwards⎼sometimes feelings have no words attached to them... Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.

In she goes!

In we both go...

How can something so heavy be so buoyant?

Is she frolicking? Why yes, she is!

Holy shizz! Should I move?

Proof that elephants smile

The victory trumpet!

The entire morning was a gift that I'll never forget.

The following photo's by Canadian artist, Gregory Colbert will leave you speechless ... Utterly.

Enjoy.

Gregory Colbert at work.

*From his website: "The photographic artworks of Gregory Colbert explore the poetic sensibilities of animals in their natural habitat as they interact with human beings. No longer shown as merely a member of the family of man, humans are seen as a member of the family of animals. None of the images have been digitally collaged."

For more information, go HERE. Please also check out his film, 'Ashes and Snow'.

With too much love to put it into words,

Tess

Can you hear it?

Can an image make a sound?

This one does.

I'm sure we've all seen this painting by Edvard Munch, entitled The Scream. It captures the essence of many emotions don't you think? This is how I'm feeling today... maybe we've all felt like this...

On that note, I'm off to express myself and sniff some paint.

That is all.

Love,

Tess

Happy 24th Birthday Mr. Pattinson!

Dear Robert,

It's almost your birthday!

Last year I compiled a list of things I wished for you ⎼ and although I'm really sorry that No. 6, [May you never lose your: passport, keys, phone, luggage, wallet, or car] didn't quite come true, I am very happy to note indications of No. 3, [May you always inspire loyalty] and No. 23, [May you love and be loved in return] in this recent article from TIME Magazine by director, Chris Weitz, in which he writes:

" I have to be careful about what I write here because it will be tweeted the moment TIME hits the stands. And if I say something bad about Rob Pattinson, I'm dead meat. That's the devotion the Twilight films inspire. It's certainly not how he planned it. And though I am continually impressed by the aplomb with which he handles the hysteria, I occasionally think he would take it all back if given the chance. Because essentially, Rob, 23, is a reserved, bookish sort of specimen, a guy who'd rather spend the night at the corner table in the pub with friends — a bit of a weirdo, frankly, in the best sense.

So how to write about someone who seems to answer Freud's rhetorical question, What do women want? Perhaps it's just worth pointing out that it'd be fun to have a beer with him even if he weren't Edward Cullen. That we haven't seen a tenth of what he can do onscreen. And that important things, beyond the veil of Hollywood, occupy his time too ⎼ music, conversation, ideas, a sense of the absurd. Which, maybe, explains why he never gets to my e-mails. I love you, Rob! Call me!"

Sentiments like Mr. Weitz's, and the one I once shared with a friend: "I appreciate the way his mind works. He makes me think, he's multifaceted, talented, layered, contradictory, a bit damaged, but at the same time whole, kind, and inherently good" ⎼ are reasons I'd consider myself honored to know you.

So Happy Birthday Robert. You are never far from my thoughts and I wish you nothing but joy... especially on the anniversary of your birth. I leave you this addition to last year's Birthday Wish List:

No. 24: Unlike Freud, May you never have to eat anchovies to dream.

I ♥ you too Rob!,

Tess