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2010 6 March :: 12.07 pm
you're it
still playing a reluctant game of tag. the push push pull and drag.
you're like an anchor wrapped around my ankle
and I, I just...
I want you as a buoy floating in the bay.
fingers, hair, the blankets and our legs are tangled
and I, I just...
I want to lie in this bed all day
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2010 5 February :: 12.53 pm
:: Music: roots
elaborynths
my vision is through a kaleidoscopic lens and edited by an epileptic strobe light. it's a perforated film reel unraveled and pieced together at random, melted and celluloid with snippets and a revolving collage of montage moments magnified so soft and blurred and pixelated, layered and cut, spliced, stained and disfigured by
a film of dust and sunspots covers my perception's grasp, filtered through shadow and washed in the age and class of a high contrast sepia flash, the decadence of time is dipped in the reminiscence of glimpses from a distance through
swaying branches and blowing leaves
or
the fingers of a hand caressing your cheek
or
curls of hair in hurricane fleets
something fresh blooms with the feeling of a cyclical infinity.
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2010 30 January :: 2.59 pm
the balancing act continues.
as each moment our towering forms tremble, closer to crumbling a wavering skyline pulsates to fade in, to fade out toward the sunset leaks golden puddles that float on the surface lighter than water, lighter than air, lighter than the wind that tangles her hair to a labyrinth of curls swirling into a thunderstorm's jagged swords strike the ground flash the sky bright to dilate the apple of my distant eye blinks and blows currents, eddying helical cyclones that hang like your hair, like limp hurricanes.
I am weak in the knees, in the foundation.
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2010 28 January :: 6.49 am
I am constantly shifting my weight, trying to be prepared. Foresight eludes every capturing net my mind can cast.
rubble entrapments collapse and divide, shatter and rise to form peaks, just to push the limits and fall into canyons of chasms deep.
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2010 24 January :: 3.55 pm
climbing into our tumultuous machine
creating waves, increasing gravity
Let's see how this bad guy thing works out.
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