repetition

"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)

walls

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

- darnell lamont walker, creep

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

drowning

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

- anne rice

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

model:http://faestock.deviantart.com/

art journal project for three muses

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