Archive for Memoirs
February 25, 2010 at 2:45 pm · Filed under Art, Memoirs
It was recommended to me today — to be both “the river and the bridge” … a force of nature that flows vigorously (…) and a refuge for those who aren’t quite ready to jump in and swim for it — not sure how much stock I put in horoscopes, but I’m pretty sure there’s a photoshoot concept in there somewhere. ;)
In other life news, I pretty much feel like an insatiable sponge lately. Creative inspiration is coming in endless waves of obscurity. I love it. :))
Today’s inspiration comes from “Young Me / Now Me” — thanks Gary, definitely a fan. :)
http://www.zefrank.com/youngmenowme/
February 24, 2010 at 12:05 am · Filed under Literature, Memoirs
[Thought for the day || Life wears grooves in every soul. It saddens me how some people grow weary and become so hard, so untouched, so untouching. Relished for the cracks in the paint ... who wants to live in a white-picket-fence world? I get how it happens; Lord knows I've seen my fair share of ups-and-downs ... I've questioned, I've faltered, sleepless nights over things I couldn't control.... but so what? In your own way I'm sure you have too....and like me, I'm sure you've made it through (a better person for it). In a society filled with walls, boundaries, protection, and fear ... I prefer the freedom found in those who appreciate that life is perfect because of it's imperfections, not inspite of them.
In tune with the poem below, perhaps that is the one thing that I appreciate the most about my mothers life (and her passing) ... even in her twilight, she was an open source of light ... teaching lessons as she learned them herself. If she had been born of another fiber, one who cursed the world for that which she did not request ... or reclused at every sign of need or hope (because with it, might also come pain) ... she would have never left such deeply beautiful tracks upon my soul.]
THINGS SHOULDN’T BE SO HARD
Kay Ryan
A life should leave
deep tracks:
ruts where she
went out and back
to get the mail
or move the hose
around the yard;
where she used to
stand before the sink,
a worn-out place;
beneath her hand
the china knobs
rubbed down to
white pastilles;
the switch she
used to feel for
in the dark
almost erased.
Her things should
keep her marks.
The passage
of a life should show;
it should abrade.
And when life stops,
a certain space—
however small —
should be left scarred
by the grand and
damaging parade.
Things shouldn’t
be so hard.
February 4, 2010 at 9:41 am · Filed under (FIDAMO - Photoshoots), Memoirs
a page from my creative notebook. there’s just something about it that I love.
photos by Sarah Box, post processing by KT Moon
January 30, 2010 at 2:14 am · Filed under (FIDAMO - Photoshoots), Memoirs
requiem for a dream, bowie, cellophane, video games, snowing gerbera’s, outsider art, progress board, box cities, androgyny, Euro chic, balloons, newspaper, sometimes its so simple, princess & the pea, conceptual contrast, red key, you have to kiss a lot of frogs, With Lights, pinup banana’s, double dates, asians, nips, life as a creative collage, beetlejuice, book covers, ms. peacock, the tree stands alone, priest of sins, 10-30, crimping daylight, dean, rock-a-billy, art installations, homeless, smiths city, etc etc etc etc etc
I love today. :)
January 21, 2010 at 10:54 pm · Filed under (FIDAMO - Photoshoots), Memoirs
I’m going to have to explain this one tomorrow. Packing & prepping for Nashville.
