Saturday, December 12, 2009

Friday, December 11, 2009

Dawning Mind


"The voice of the light remains ever so faint; images quiet as ancient constellations float across the dome of my dawning mind. They are indistinct fragments that never merge into a sensate picture. There would be a landscape I have not seen before, unfamiliar melodic echoes, whisperings in a chaos of tongues. "
-Haruki Murakami, 'Hardboiled Wonderland And The End of The World'

Thursday, December 10, 2009

vacation all I ever wanted

treehouse restaurant, new zealand

Brown Bunny


Etta James


Today it snowed and I want to bleach my hair. What do you think?

Waking Dream


"That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it." — Miranda July (No One Belongs Here More Than You: Stories)

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Unencumbered











fire damaged Deyrolle taxidermy studio

"Lightly my darling, lightly. Even when it comes to dying. Nothing ponderous, or portentious, or emphatic. No rhetoric, no tremolos, no self-conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Goethe or Little Nell. And, of course, no theology, no metaphysics. Just the fact of dying and the fact of clear light.

So throw away all your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That's why you must walk so lightly. Lightly, my darling....Completely unencumbered."
-Aldous Huxley

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Haze

wangechi mutu

pig installation



arnaud loumeau



All one could do was glimpse, amid the haze and chimeras, something real ahead, just as persons endowed with an unusual persistence of diurnal cerebration are able to perceive in their deepest sleep, somewhere beyond the throes of an entangled and inept nightmare, the ordered reality of the waking hour.
- Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory

Chimera

The Fool settles beneath a tree, intent on finding his spiritual self. There he stays for nine days, without eating, barely moving. People pass by him, animals, clouds, the wind, the rain, the stars, sun and moon. On the ninth day, with no conscious thought of why, he climbs a branch and dangles upside down like a child, giving up for a moment, all that he is, wants, knows or cares about. Coins fall from his pockets and as he gazes down on them - seeing them not as money but only as round bits of metal - everything suddenly changes perspective. It is as if he's hanging between the mundane world and the spiritual world, able to see both. It is a dazzling moment, dreamlike yet crystal clear. Connections he never understood before are made, mysteries are revealed.

But timeless as this moment of clarity seems, he realizes that it will not last. Very soon, he must right himself, and when he does, things will be different. He will have to act on what he's learned. For now, however, he just hangs, weightless as if underwater, observing, absorbing, seeing.

Monday, November 30, 2009



"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left." — Marilyn Monroe


dear marilyn,

LET LOVE LIVE

LIVE LOVE

LET LOVE LIVE

LIVE LOVE

love, me





Saturday, November 28, 2009

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Ram Dass


The most important aspect of love is not in giving or the receiving: it’s in the being. When I need love from others, or need to give love to others, I’m caught in an unstable situation. Being in love, rather than giving or taking love, is the only thing that provides stability. Being in love means seeing the Beloved all around me.

-ram dass

Friday, November 20, 2009

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

New Moon



Capricorn - If you feel like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders these days, you might not be so far off. That Saturn-Pluto square (especially for December-born Capricorns) is some heavy astrology and it's hanging over your solar 10th House (career) and 1st House (self and health). This is astrology of transformation at its most intense and you're being challenged to rethink yourself and how you inhabit your world, especially as a public person. Part of this process involves recognizing the pressure you're feeling and giving yourself time to engage in healthy ways of relieving that pressure. Monday's New Moon in your 11th House of friends, networks, colleagues and ideals urges you to let go of at least one friend or group of people that consistently drags down your energy and open up to new connections with people who can help you get where you want to go.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Long Island Tea




Sometimes I wake up with the sun and take a walk around this tiny town.


Friday, November 13, 2009

Lora met Lou







Mongrel

"...movies are not unlike the visions the homesick see when their hearts are bearing the weight of the realization that they're homeless, exiled, or caught in limbo between native & tourist"
-Justin Chin, Mongrel

Thursday, November 12, 2009

He Said She Said

Buy Art

*because art is valuable and Adee makes stuff that you should purchase...check it out...http://pineappleblack.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Inspiration on a page

http://superdefstar.blogspot.com/

Sew Divine

GOOD WOMAN
2008
Graphite on cotton rag paper
96 x 53 inches



MAN SIZE
2008-9
Graphite on cotton rag paper
98 x 53 inches
I can't stop looking at the work of Alyssa Phoebus.

Poetry In Motion (taken from the space time continuum)


From The Double Image, Pt/1

by Anne Sexton


I am thirty this November.

You are still small, in your fourth year.

We stand watching the yellow leaves go queer,

flapping in the winter rain.

falling flat and washed. And I remember

mostly the three autumns you did not live here.

They said I’d never get you back again.

I tell you what you’ll never really know:

all the medical hypothesis

that explained my brain will never be as true as these

struck leaves letting go.


I, who chose two times

to kill myself, had said your nickname

the mewling mouths when you first came;

until a fever rattled

in your throat and I moved like a pantomine

above your head. Ugly angels spoke to me. The blame,

I heard them say, was mine. They tattled

like green witches in my head, letting doom

leak like a broken faucet;

as if doom had flooded my belly and filled your bassinet,

an old debt I must assume.


Sunday, November 8, 2009

Friday, November 6, 2009

D.I.Y. Shrug


I found this amazing piece on the Facehunter and it inspired me to attempt something similar on my own. I am off to the thrift store and will be posting pictures of this d.i.y venture. Wish me luck....
p.s. my mum just pointed out that this is actually a shawl and not a shrug! just in case you were curious a shawl is defined as a square or oblong piece of cloth worn as a covering for the head, neck, and shoulders ; whereas a shrug is a woman's short jacket or sweater open down the front.....and if ya' don't know now ya' know!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Ghost all around

"Billy and the rest wandered out onto the shady street. The trees were leafing out. There was nothing going on out there, no traffic of any kind. There was only one vehicle, an abandoned wagon drawn by two horses. The wagon was green and coffin shaped. Birds were talking. One bird said to Billy Pilgrim. 'Poo-tee-weet'?" - Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughter House-Five

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Walk don't run



All work by the incredible Laylah Ali.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Fleabath

Amethyst Rock

"...Infact I know God personally, he lets me call Him, Me..."

Friday, October 30, 2009

sordid confessions of a telltale heart




(ruven afanador)

(photo of woman accused of biting off husbands member)