Tuesday, December 24, 2013

♾FLASHING BACKWARD♾


Clawing and Scratching at the door, 
fingers bleeding, 
chest heaving, 
thoughts deceiving, 
interweaving,
choking on stale dreams, 
childhood dreams, 
dusty and (almost) forgotten dreams, 
nothing here is as it seems.  
Her head is tightly tucked between her knees, 
telling herself that none of this is Real, 
but Real is all that she can see.  
If she can't see them they can't see her . . . 
A child's concrete confusion is her eternal conclusion 
and her eventual escape is her personal delusion. 










 


Saturday, August 31, 2013

Perked


Camera Roll-1955, originally uploaded by DeeAshley.

Via Flickr:
Grind: Fine (Average Circles & Effect: Auto Adjust), Brew: Color Gels (Full Pic & 1/4 Blended Circles), Serve: Light & Sweet (Spectrum Tone & Clouds Texture)

Sunday, August 4, 2013

splattered feelings


splattered feelings, originally uploaded by zebaf.

Via Flickr:
exposition au pub le Charles Dickens, du 4 au 18 septembre

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un immense merci a Abrutim pour son aide !

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Couch Catatonia


Couch Catatonia, originally uploaded by DeeAshley.

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. . . There are words inside her, waiting to be born.


She feels them growing, forming, becoming thoughts that might later work themselves into sentences to be spoken aloud.


Now, they are nothing but jagged letters with sharp edged corners poking at her, making her uncomfortable. She can’t seem to put them together in any way that softens them.


She soon realizes they will always be hard and sharp. They will always be hard to get out.


It might be easier to keep them inside, let them remain a struggling mess of letters and sounds that will hurt no one but her.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Color Swappage: When post-edits are deemed overrated.

Via Flickr:
You're my history rewritten. My once shy, twice-bitten
My state-of-the-art
You're the bottom of my Heart.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Deeply Moving


Deeply Moving, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

Via Flickr:
. . . Inward & Onward


Living today's tomorrows, stuck in a loop.
•••••••••••••
It's like being stuck inside the old Farmer's chicken coop.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Seeing for the First Time


Seeing for the First Time, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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I remember.

• M E M O R I E S E I R O M E M • R E C U E R D A S A D R E U C E R •

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". . . if a pre ordained existence is reality, and common sense mathematics implies a strong possibility, then in a strange way, it supports the odds of an afterlife. After all, how could we be predestined without a grand intelligent plan that involved us personally. The possibility of a predestined—perhaps soul in waiting—tilts the scale of probability towards a life outside what we know."
- Steve Hartnett (Excerpt from his writings on, "Predestination")

Friday, April 26, 2013

Fort Ord Whispers


Fort Ord Whispers, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

Via Flickr:
I've seen many ghost towns and many odd things. However, I'm still having to remind myself that this one was real and not part of a movie set..., an absolute must see if you're in the bay area and enjoy this sort of photography! Located in Marina off Imjin Rd. - hard to miss once you look- the remnants encompass most of modern Marina CA.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Global Proportions (hope for us all)?


“May we live in peace without weeping. May our joy outline the lives we touch without ceasing. And may our love fill the world, angel wings tenderly beating.”

Aziza
~ Irish Blessings quotes





















~SyмэттяУ~ي١~Реяfест١ои~

Friday, April 19, 2013

This Disembodiment


Davenport Display




My breath is white, my body curled inwards to contain the little remaining heat. 

My thoughts are filled with imaginary places, tendrils crawling in the mud of modern literature for scattered tickets to new lands.

I add them to my itinerary, sleepless and close to tears.

My own world is too vast, yet I am escaping.

To places snuggled between beginnings and ends, not furled across a labyrinth of fear and regret.

My reality sits outside of me yet it tugs at my flesh, burrowing into my bones like worms which cannot wait to feed me to the soil before my blood turns cold.

A voice echoes, circling softly around my mind.

Its words meaningless, but not letting me die.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Breathless Before The Face Of Ruin






Just out of range
Just out of reach
Adrenal glands tirelessly thumping
Heart racing
Blood pumping
Always running
Running
From
This stranger within me
She always giggles
But not like the child
This is more like - Sin.
Sins of me.
Sins of the Father.
Sins of the Mother.
Sins of the Mother before Her -
The Father's Mother.
And, yes,
Sins of the He
The One that came out of Her
Long after Me.




~SyмэттяУ~ي١~Реяfест١ои~

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

This Disembodiment


This Disembodiment, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

Via Flickr:
My breath is white, my body curled inwards to contain the little remaining heat. My thoughts are filled with imaginary places, tendrils crawling in the mud of modern literature for scattered tickets to new lands. I add them to my itinerary, sleepless and close to tears. My own world is too vast, yet I am escaping. To places snuggled between beginnings and ends, not furled across a labyrinth of fear and regret. My reality sits outside of me yet it tugs at my flesh, burrowing into my bones like worms which cannot wait to feed me to the soil before my blood turns cold. A voice echoes, circling softly around my mind. Its words meaningless, but not letting me die.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Past Tense


Past Tense, originally uploaded by Luxtra (on break).

Via Flickr:
Pixels: The Art of the iPhone




Tools and apps are listed in the tags.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Para siempre .... Tráfico al Zocalo.

Via Flickr:
This is across from the Zocalo (the square) in Cuernavaca, Morelos - Mexico; about 2 hours south/southeast from Mexico D.F. (Mexico City)... This is early summer around 2005

Monday, April 1, 2013

Safe Harbor


Safe Harbor, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

Via Flickr:
Seashells String The Seaside And All I See Is You And Me Embracing So Tenderly.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Deeply Moving


Deeply Moving, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.
Via Flickr:
. . . Inward & Onward


Living today's tomorrows, stuck in a loop.
•••••••••••••
It's like being stuck inside the old Farmer's chicken coop.

Drivin to Abstraktion




Saturday, March 23, 2013

Safe Harbor


Safe Harbor, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.
Via Flickr:
Seashells String The Seaside And All I See Is You And Me Embracing So Tenderly.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Safe Harbor


Safe Harbor, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.
Via Flickr:
Seashells String The Seaside And All I See Is You And Me Embracing So Tenderly.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Couch Catatonia


Couch Catatonia, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.
Via Flickr:
. . . There are words inside her, waiting to be born.


She feels them growing, forming, becoming thoughts that might later work themselves into sentences to be spoken aloud.


Now, they are nothing but jagged letters with sharp edged corners poking at her, making her uncomfortable. She can’t seem to put them together in any way that softens them.


She soon realizes they will always be hard and sharp. They will always be hard to get out.



It might be easier to keep them inside, let them remain a struggling mess of letters and sounds that will hurt no one but her.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

dont-disappear


dont-disappear, originally uploaded by bgmills.

Via Flickr:
"Don't Disappear in Your Own Life"
encaustic mixed media
7x5 inches

Collaboration with Angie McMonigal, photographer

September 2012

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

We Are Made Of Stars After All . . .

Via Flickr:
(Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations).

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Heart Racing. Blood Pumping. Always running.

Via Flickr:
I am always running from this stranger inside of me.

She is Just out of Range.
Just out of Reach.

*My Heart Hurts*

Thursday, January 17, 2013

fire afar


fire afar, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

Via Flickr:
Taken with a Canon G11, no editing at all...

The beautiful color is a bit deceptive. Although it was very striking at the time, the reason for its brilliance was distant fire instigated by the severe drought last summer in West Texas. Thousands of miles of land burned, causing a haze in the air that extended for hundreds of miles. Beautiful as it appeared, it was only the result of much destruction.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

It came and went as quickly as the tide.

Via Flickr:

"What else should our lives be but a continual series of beginnings, of painful settings out into the unknown, pushing off from the edges of consciousness into the mystery of what we have not yet become, except in dreams that blow in from out there bearing the fragrance of islands we have not yet sighted in our waking hours, as in voyaging sometimes the first blossoming branches of our next landfall come bumping against the keel, even in the dark, whole days before the real land rises to meet us."
- David Malouf, "An Imaginary Life"

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Chasms: Mine is the Curse of Expectation.

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She could sense its vacuum from a distance far beyond the hollow air that rushed in to fill the void across this canyon...
A chasm spanning ten million miles wide, its bowels cut wide open, deeper than the most distant molecule in space...

She could see a distant, almost transparent apparition standing very still and watching her with no expression.., she stood precisely where the sun would set.

All the while, knowing that this far-off stranger was not a stranger at all.

I was She and She was Me, and despite our fate to spend eternity alone, We shared a finite moment within an infinite expanse.


(They became We - She & Me).

It came and went as quickly as the tide.

Via Flickr:

"What else should our lives be but a continual series of beginnings, of painful settings out into the unknown, pushing off from the edges of consciousness into the mystery of what we have not yet become, except in dreams that blow in from out there bearing the fragrance of islands we have not yet sighted in our waking hours, as in voyaging sometimes the first blossoming branches of our next landfall come bumping against the keel, even in the dark, whole days before the real land rises to meet us."
- David Malouf, "An Imaginary Life"