Friday, June 25, 2010

back..... currently unpacking.  "Travel Recollective c2010" flickr coming soon. 
Savannah +  Parisenne nights' ominous past.

 underground store in the heart of savannah. 
i found my place

In the meantime, I want you to look up the following artists: carbon based lifeforms, bibio, arovane, sixtoo, and (maybe) pretty lights....(I really dont care for the name). 
I feel, they could have all sat in a room and took the desire and connotation, so  flippantly  and  with not much repose. especially something so monumental and historical as Light; the refractions..the reflections that tend to be it's demise .  

but anyway...... 

 another time

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

when it's the time from 12- 3 in the morning, .. i can feel the surrounding atmosphere around me fluctuate and break.

i've gone mad, again

Monday, June 21, 2010

....contemplating shanghai.


Sunday, June 20, 2010


Thursday, June 17, 2010

i feel the separation of atoms.. i feel it very tangibly in the air. cataclysms are evident and hang heavily in this moment ...the breaking of unknown skin; a new formulating formation is about to take place upon me.. within me.. inside of me.

I find i am terrified.. terrified in such a ravishing way. I feel the breaking of my skin, the inner turmoil that brings before and after it new promise.

i feel the separation of atoms, ..the disconnecting of undetected skin.

Surrender to it.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

i've lived my life in fragments of translucent memories. moments so appetizing, so appealing they puncture the surface of my moldable gaze. looking upon the moment, the air never seemed as lithe and beautiful; so saturated with the moments, the people containing those moments, the breathing, the living, the thoughtful unspoken syllables of now.

i live my life in fragments of foreshadowing infinity. it's only in the Truest moments that one can fully say they lived fully 'alive'. only in the truest moments, can i feel and capture beauty on my lips. life on my spirit. and infinity the wind that leaves it's trail up my spine and residue on the surface of my skin; letting me know that the Spirit mixed with Truth, has only just begun...but will never,  never end.

Monday, June 7, 2010

in every desert of our minds, there is a healing silence between the insufferable desire left unquenched and the anticipated awakening yet to arrive.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

to start a new identity.. relax into a fermented reality. an alternative perception.. a vibrant culmination. for days in and on end, i've been anticipating this new rebirth. I feel as if i am being whispered away into a city,.. a city by the cliffs of a cold sea. whose fog and mist are formed from the violent splashing waves against the miry stones, vapors dancing and infusing into the atmosphere..
 I feel His voice leading me. leading, yet intensifying..whispering: " Come.. come with me my daughter, and let's throw your identity over the ledge. let's watch you submerge into the deepest blue. bubble up, and finally lay rest in a cold, deep nothingness.. for who would have known that this vibrant death, brings about a newer beginning".

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Friday, June 4, 2010

no. it's oolong.

i'm already anticipating, stitching, and formulating for winter..
this paisley-weather print was never my appetite 

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

who ever knew.... the cracking open of the skull, the chasm peeking revealing light into  shell, the shocking splash of cool air. the eyes opening, strikingly,  in a room all it's own; the empty, dark, solitary dirt road laid as a path to solidify my steps in front of me... who knew.... that all of this deemed just a s a beautiful.

the journey i've been embarking... feels more lucid, much more tangible, like the dirt between my fingernails. like the smell and residue of rain, coating my eyelids.