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spread your wings...

A Darkroom Diary

I'm moving into darkness. My scope as wide as a butterfly wing turning into hurricane winds, but I remain unfocused. 4 photos were printed tonight. A blur in each. Some integral part. While I accept that moments are fleeting and my tears blur everything in between, I still need your light.

Darkroom Diaries

Rest in Peace © 2008

Running Woman 14

I ran trying to repair it... dove into my headphones under the trees over Mr. Robinson down by the haven up into a forest and then stopped at 5 miles realizing I'd have to run for days.

Seen & Heard

* Staring in a trailer bathroom mirror adjusting what I've got to give in my last flamenco performance for a long while. - Brentwood

* "It begins in the light and ends in wisdom." - one of professor G's favorite quotes from a beloved poet that I keep repeating every night since my trip to the darkroom.

trying to repair it anyway I can...

Seen & Heard

* A vocal booth that wasn't a closet and a mic that didn't have a sock over it... oh and lots of knobs - Midtown

* "Even someone ordinary can have a burst of extraordinary..." - A woman with a wonderful way with words.

Running Woman 13

Made it to Trotting Lane in the dirty depths of a heatwave. Trotting, not running yet... 4.77 miles.

twinkies twinkle today

Evolution

I am love. I feel loss. I'm beautiful. A blooming rose beats inside of me. Freedom rings on the dancefloor. Two baby girls smile when they see me. I'm not afraid to fight for someone. Soul sisters rule. Patience. I forgive. Love...

Lost

"The thing's hollow—it goes on forever—and—oh my God—it's full of stars!"

Sean Stiegemeier has pulled his exquisite timelapse teaser of the stars at night from his Vimeo catalog. I remember how the music and the visuals were so very perfect that I felt like I was dreaming. I've added this footage instead just so I can remember where I was when I found the first clip. A fair replacement. Thank you, Luka Balkovic!

 
Timelapse teaser from Luka Balković on Vimeo.

Woman on Wire

I ramble. This can be annoying, but my thoughts are messy and barely alive... like the 20 something plants scrambling for rays in my living room. I blame the drugs I experimented with and the many hours of sleep lost from doing them. In one of my episodes, I tried desperately to remember, through all the muck, what I saw that could change the world… one. The wars, the priests and rabbis, the camps, processed foods, and poor, defenseless animals against the NRA wasn’t enough and their names became part of the muck. 5 big yellow stars later I could only think of a man on a wire on top of the world. What it took to be so far away... Poetry and stillness is the move. Possibly, no, most definitely, a woman, too. It led me to the snowman who once told me he never overthinks. What he really meant was everything is up there, on wire, just not me. Then the Brit who said it was OK to be thought-less for days. I don't know what that means. I want to explain everything and understand what isn’t mine. But a businessman, who I never met before, simply sent me his thought in image form. I remembered just now as I'm listening for Saxman - making me high. I dream of hanging on.

Darkroom Diaries

luton spring

Seen & Heard

*Baby girls giggling for reasons that elude me.

*"There's nothing more crushing to the artist than believing an impression was never made." - tv to jd

on my way

whatever you're looking for

Darkroom Diaries

an empty lot

Running Woman 12: The Resolution

I've decided to sign up for a 10K run (6.25 miles). Why do I torture myself, you ask? (Actually, I don't think anyone reads this f*cking thing, so maybe the question is directed to the friends in my head - Madonna, Oprah, Tori, Angelina, Amel, Cheri, Parker, Wendy, Snooki, etc... ) Because I'm convinced I like putting myself in painfully annoying & equally exhilarating situations that never result to anything but an incredibly exhausted heart.

I ran 2.6 miles in 29 degree frosty weather through a path right out of a Tim Burton sketch. Bare boned trees looked alive and ready to pluck me out of obscurity... or into it...