Tuesday, October 30, 2012

going out of my mind

"in my dreams i'm dying all the time
as i wake its kaleidoscopic mind
i never meant to hurt you
i never meant to lie
so this is goodbye

tell the truth you never wanted me
tell me

in my dreams i'm jealous all the time
as i wake i'm going out of my mind
going out of my mind."

- "porcelain" by moby

antlers from the graphics fairy:


Sunday, October 28, 2012

we all wear masks

"we all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin."

- andre berthiaume

Thursday, October 18, 2012

where the monsters are

"the real world is where the monsters are."

- rick riordan

(revamping an older piece with color)

Monday, October 15, 2012


"anybody who has survived her childhood has enough information about life to last her the rest of her days."

- flannery o'connor

Friday, October 12, 2012

holding on

 "all the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on."

 - henry ellis

(black and white photographs colorized in photoshop)

linking up with http://artistsinblogland.blogspot.com/

Thursday, October 11, 2012


"but better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions."

- d.h. lawrence

(trying a new technique to colorize b&w photos)

Wednesday, October 10, 2012


"sometimes our walls exist just to see who has the strength to knock them down."

- darnell lamont walker, creep

Sunday, October 7, 2012

people aren't trees

"people aren't trees, so it is false when they speak of roots."

- tom robbins, even cowgirls get the blues

tree, roots, sky from cgtextures
public domain portrait
text from the graphics fairy

Thursday, October 4, 2012


"they float upon the surface of the darkness in which i'm drowning."

- anne rice

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

more and more invisible

“i'm the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. just like the Cheshire cat, someday i will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. i am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who is in fact soon to be gone. when you look at the picture again, i want to assure you, i will no longer be there. i will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. because with every day that goes by, i feel myself becoming more and more invisible...” 

-elizabeth wurtzel


art journal project for three muses

Monday, October 1, 2012

locked in an image

“that's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what she really is. most people love you for who you pretend to be. yo keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. you get to love your pretence. it's true, we're locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. they love their chains. they forget all about who they really are. and if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.”

- jim morrison

text is a scan of a manuscript of Sylvia Plath's poem "Ariel"

time passed

"inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed."

- miranda july