Archive for August, 2010

August 27, 2010

“it’s like mentioning the obvious but in a different tone of voice.”

by Emma

from tiny vices

quote by Ceal Floyer

August 27, 2010

tiny vices

by Emma

August 26, 2010

Mariposa

by Katyslany

Licking paint, wet pigment kisses like our tribe.

Peyote Street Loving.

August 24, 2010

Because it’s too late to call you…

by Katyslany

beep.

Hi Sweet Kitten baby, it’s me. I miss you like raw soup on days when it’s pouring outside, I miss you like holding hands late at night and looking at stars. I miss you tonight because the moon is full and it’s not your hand I’m holding. Opium harvest moon.  I was the last customer and the grocery store and I bought blueberries. I miss your voice too. Especially at night when there are skunks everywhere and my apartment smells like them.

I love you and your fairy light stories. Tell me more always. You are my gini/genie.

Thank you for your inspiration my magic slink.

We’ll keep talking like this until we fall asleep….I LOVE YOU. Siempre.

August 23, 2010

bubbles

by Emma

this is what i play on the piano when i don’t feel like playing anything. else.

August 23, 2010

Because you don’t have an answering machine.

by Emma

beep.

Hi Kitten. It’s me. uhm, you’re not here i guess. again. i just love you. i put fairy lights on my windowsill so the cats’ white bellies are illuminated when they stand and look out into the darkness.    i hope our bellies glow as we look into the darkness too..  yeah. well, uhm. call me. i miss your seashell voice and the stories in your curls and all the skin between your dawts and well, just everything. okay. i guess i’m going to run out of time now. we’ll never run out of time. i promise. okay, well. i love you kittteeen. byee. xx

August 21, 2010

by Emma

“One needs art. Art is an inimitable and precious commodity, a refreshing and reinvigorating elixir, restoring your soul to its natural and ideal equilibrium” (Baudelaire)

August 21, 2010

Dalceggio

by Katyslany

The formula of the movement is to never stop.

My art is an imaginary propaganda for an unknown kingdom, a parallel universe outside reality…I paint Labyrinths of dreams and visions. I rewrite myths and legends. I capture their essence to transmit an invisible but tactile knowledge. I am a Descendant of the Avant-garde and cobra movements: art without limits, everywhere at every moment. Expression of the irrational. A fragile balance between excess and purity: art as a way of life, constant ritual. Only in chaos can really exist freedom.

http://www.carlitodalceggio.com/

August 18, 2010

Reginasaurus

by Katyslany
August 17, 2010

by Katyslany

“The creative act is a letting down of the net of human imagination into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended, and the attempt to bring out of it ideas.

It is the night sea journey, the lone fisherman on a tropical sea with his nets, and you let these nets down – sometimes, something tears through them that leaves them in shreds and you just row for shore, and put your head under your bed and pray.

At other times what slips through are the minutiae, the minnows of this ichthyological metaphor of idea chasing.
But, sometimes, you can actually bring home something that is food, food for the human community that we can sustain ourselves on and go forward.”
— Terence McKenna

August 16, 2010

We feel fine

by Katyslany

http://www.wefeelfine.org/

This website is a database of several million human feelings, increasing by 15,000 – 20,000 new feelings per day. Maybe it’s a way to say- we are emotional creatures, all of us.

August 14, 2010

Dancing with Lucifer

by Katyslany

That’s really about having a little tango, a little dance, with Lucifer. The idea that Dark is not a scary thing if you go in there understanding there is a purity in Darkness. There’s also a lot of distortion in Darkness. It’s a choice where you want to go, and I wanted to get to the truth, not to the drama and to keeping me from the truth.

~Tori Amos

August 13, 2010

Krumping: dance of the warrior

by Katyslany

After SYTYCD I have been investigating more and more into the different forms of hip hop and particularly Krumping (after last season’s winner was the first krumper on the show).  The style is originated and is most popular in LA. It is a dance about expression of anger, strength and power and it’s a non violent way of release- to me it is incredibly fierce and beautiful:

Lil C is sort of the Krumping Man and he’s also incredibly elonquent, beautiful words:

And here is season 6 winner Russel- sort of Amazing:

August 13, 2010

The Radiant Child

by Katyslany
August 12, 2010

How to be Alone (and happy)

by Emma
August 11, 2010

Tear it down

by Katyslany

We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of racoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within the body.

{Jack GilbertTear It Down}

August 11, 2010

Spilling Open

by Katyslany

Let us untame ourselves.
Let us pull the pin of these things that bind us.
We don’t need to be tame.
We need to let our hair tangle, we need to let ourselves get a little messy (or a lot messy).
Venturing out into our brave unknown.
We leave behind trails of childhood, memories, first blood- dusty tales of what we would become, should become.
Now we are grown.
Women.
Not girls.
The word feels heavy in my mouth, like a gemstone under my tongue.
Let us hold hands through our fears, braving what is too big for us alone.
We need this.
We need circles of warm hands to hold, with creases that tell our histories, we need eyes wide open to understand our own; we need to light our internal flame.
We need our bodies, strong muscle and sinew, feet solid on the ground.
We need our too big hearts and our dreams that won’t even fit into our bodies anymore,
Dreams so big they push at the edges of the sky, scattering stars.
Let us hold our gaze steady, our eyes bright for beauty, not afraid to be seen, not afraid to see.
Let us listen to the songs of our mothers, The Mother, our earth.
Can we unite to break this, can we harness the lost strength of years?
Can we forget our pain to remember strength?
The answer is in the telling of our next story.
The story woven from our bodies, from our circles, from our art and words.
The story of our transformation.

August 11, 2010

OPEN LETTER to dark chaos

by Katyslany

I want to touch your heart and make it smile. I want to be the something that keeps you seeking, keeps you questioning and finding the beauty in each answer, even the unexpected ones.

I want to be a mirror to your light I want you to see what I see and let it make you weak at the knees.

I can’t be bothered with the tragedy of not trying to get to know you, because I need to see the world through eyes that are not my own and a heart that’s a different shade of Love.

I want to show you what it means to be imperfect and how incredible it is.

I want to push the edges, taking the risk of being completely cut open just to know how it feels to be raw.

There’s strength in Vulnerability, only if we believe.

August 9, 2010

hummingbird love

by Katyslany

August 8, 2010

Let’s Colour!

by Katyslany

This makes me go giddy in the heart and weak at the knees, plus the song= Jonsi!:

August 8, 2010

Air and light and time and space

by Katyslany

By Charles Bukowski

“-you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something
has always been in the
way
but now
I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this
place, a large studio, you should see the space and
the light.
For the first time in my life I’m going to have a place and the time to
create.”

No baby, if you’re going to create
you’re going to create whether you work
16 hours a day in a coal mine
or
you’re going to create in a small room with 3 children
while you’re on
welfare,
you’re going to create with part of your mind and your
body blown
away,
you’re going to create blind
crippled
demented,
you’re going to create with a cat crawling up your
back while
the whole city trembles in earthquake, bombardment,
flood and fire.

Baby, air and light and time and space
have nothing to do with it
and don’t create anything
except maybe a longer life to find
new excuses
for.”

*Sometimes I need to hear these things again and  again

August 7, 2010

The Bleach

by Emma


You are your hair and your eyes and your thoughts. You are what you look at and what you feel and what you do about it. The light from the sun is still a part of the sun. My thoughts of you are as real as any part of you.

from the lovely: www.iwrotethisforyou.me

August 4, 2010

Maria de Medeiros

by Katyslany

I’m sort of in love with her…she plays Anais Nin in Henry and June (1990).

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August 4, 2010

What I’m working on…

by Katyslany

acrylic ink, soft pastel, charcoal, acrylic paint on cotton

August 3, 2010

They Draw And Cook

by Emma

They Draw And Cook, a lovely site of lavishly illustrated recipes! Two in one wonderful! And they invite us to contribute!

August 3, 2010

anna-wili paper magic

by Emma

Anna-Wili Highfield is a Sydney based artist currently making sculptures of animals from torn paper and from copper pipe. The paper sculptures are created from archival cotton paper, that is painted, then torn and sewn together, to create the figure of an animal. The copper pipe is bent and manipulated to create sculptural forms reminiscent of line drawings. www.annawilihighfield.com
August 1, 2010

Butterfly kisses

by Katyslany

(Glitter kisses for Pride)

August 1, 2010

by Emma

August 1, 2010

Love waits for welcome

by Emma