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

escape the madness

"writing is a form of therapy; sometimes i wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation."

- graham greene

(vintage texts from the graphics fairy)

nobody nowhere

"make up room for the night

we got no final line

what fuel for the light?

we'll see when the sun don't shine

fearless, nothing can cease

knowing my part

fearless, nobody nowhere

holding me down

nobody now

nobody now

holding me down"

- "nobody nowhere" by the jezebels

model stock by marcus ranum
www.ranum.com

blue

"whenever i feel blue, i start breathing again."

- l. frank baum

(a photograph i took of the inside of a mausoleum at metairie cemetery in new orleans)

rattle your jewelry

"for those of you in the cheap seats i'd like ya to clap your hands to this one; the rest of you can just rattle your jewelry!"

-john lennon

small collages created in photoshop, using mostly stuff from the graphics fairy (http://graphicsfairy.blogspot.com/ )along with some of my favorite texts/ quotes.

first time using resin and soldering...pretty challenging but i'm  excited to be learning something completely new.  

i have only myself

“i am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. no one knows me or loves me completely. i have only myself” 

-simone de beauvoir