Just a tribute

8 Feb

It’s been a few weeks now since Hope is gone!

I didn’t take much pictures of us, but this one is one of those pics where i can clearly see how much of a shelter she was to me so many times. I hope you are happy wherever you are my dear.

She was the daughter of my traveling life, she will be wherever i travel to now.

Achtung

2 Feb

ask your History teacher.

Mess

23 Jan

I feel like such a mess right now.

It’s not a bad thing, it’s just… there is really no other way to describe it. I am completely overwhelmed with things in life that are good and bad.

I use to hate being a mess.

Now I don’t mind.

It makes me feel ok I guess. Like there is motion in my life.

It makes me feel like I’m in a little box sometimes. Like I can not maneuver very well.

But we do what we can I guess.

So yeah, right now I’m just a mess in both good and bad ways, and I’m sure my pictures will reflect that this week.

Locking her way out

19 Jan

“We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come”

The Unbearable Lightness of Being – Milan Kundera

This picture made me write a song once

So many things going on
through her head
it won’t stop
she won’t go
she has to stay

reality
made her stop
in her life
and it doesn’t feel right
-it’s not right- tonight.

The fields feel right
to her feet,
she walks away
to her own destiny
made up by words
-cozy and warm-
she wishes there was
no need to leave her dream.

… but she has to go… she can’t stay asleep…

She stood by the window
winter had finally come
garden covered in a white dress
prepared to marry the cold

she had nowhere to go
no cause to fight for
she was finally decided
but now the door was locked

she stopped her plans
and made herself home.

The fields feel right
to her feet,
she walks away
to her own destiny
made up by words
-cozy and warm-
she wishes there was
no need to leave her dream.

… but she has to go… she can’t stay asleep…

No real reason to leave
she would say
no real reason to escape
she would guess

no no
if there’s something to be scared
it’s the lock in her head

Rain

17 Jan

You, and I.
The Sun will provide the rest.

The Horror Part 1

28 Dec

Everyone has been posting very serious or intimate things which I love, but sometimes we have to get silly. I have so many things going on in my head and so many things I’m trying to accomplish in my life that there are a few things that fall by the wayside. Like my house. I have no time to clean it, and the time I do have, I usually spend trying to take a nap after sleeping for 4 hours the previous night or trying to have some sort of social life. So this week, in light of the looming new year my self portraits are going to be about the things I have neglected in my life. And in the spirit of 2011 resolutions, I am going to try and make these things more common in my daily routine. So, the first of these horrors is cleaning.

 

 

 

"Even though she tried desperately to escape...."

"The laundry always seemed to find her...."

 

"Oh the horror of the looming bathroom...sinks and cat boxes...and dare she move the shower curtain...

"But she must be brave! She must conquer her fears...if she didn't come out, would there be one brave enough to go and find her?"

"But the kitchen was the true evil... always needing to be cleaned...everyday it regenerated it's mess....

 

"Dare she tempt fate and the wrath of the gods and try and clean out her refrigerator....?

 

"Oh the horror of it all! The house wins once again...."

Subjectivism

24 Dec