Archive | December, 2010

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...."



24 Dec


21 Dec

We’re special. We really are.

Hold on to me.

Is it too bad?

19 Dec

Is it too bad
that I want this view everyday,
that I might want to settle down
Some times
with you
with this place
with these people…

and that as I grow up
my ambitions want to take shape
with you
with this place
with these people…

Is it too bad?
If some times I just want
to make sure,
there’s a home waiting for me,
someone to get back to
after I fail at being mediocre.

Is it weakness?
Is that what it is?
Is this how I am?

And… is this why I can’t stop feeling sorry for being a sucker,
for you
for this place
for these people.

Stairway to Self Discovery

15 Dec

“When my time to die is near, I will not grieve. I will accept my fate calmly, and when my body is gone, I will rejoice to join the symphony of time contained in every living, breathing body. My heart will sing at the thought of joining the matter of dinosaurs, the cavemen, the uncountable men and women long since dead-each with his own story, and each part of the remarkable pageant of time in which we are not players, but mere specks of dust existing in a temporary world until we are freed of our bodies and allowed to join in the history of time-to be one with a delicate flower, a soaring bird, a mighty redwood tree, and every star and planet of the galaxy.”

– J.B.L. 1/2/91-3/30/10
Pinhole camera and 10 mins exposure.


14 Dec

It’s not what happens or what could happen that worries me.
Is the fact of having to wait in order to know what is the result.

A Long Time Ago

12 Dec

”those days are over” that’s what your mind said. hearts don’t matter anymore and i know that i can still look in you eyes but, can you do the same for me?

Submitted by Jagoda Turk