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by Xevv (xevv)
at August 23rd, 2007 (05:13 pm)
current song: Thomas Newman - An Unpleasant Incident Involving A Train

While looking for cool imagery to inspire my current creative time waster (re-vamping a pair of old thrift store plum velvet pants) I came across this. At first I was interested in the black and white photography, which is very cool with a mix of edward gorey and steampunk surrealistic elements, you know, very much no-questions-asked our kind of thing, but to look at the color work is in itself quite the dizzying experience. Each photograph is poetry, bizarre and for some reason, at least to me, somehow very very close.

Anyways, it's definetly worth a look.

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by Xevv (xevv)
at August 21st, 2007 (03:47 pm)
current song: Nightwish - Creek Mary's Blood

For Katie, as inspiration to keep saving. Here's to your chance to experience Carnivale!

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by Xevv (xevv)
at June 28th, 2007 (10:55 pm)
current song: tssoundz-03.mp3

Just now discovered Odd Nerdrum's work. While I don't like most of what I've seen, this particular group of his paintings definetly resonate with me.

by idkillkaygonda (idkillkaygonda)
at June 24th, 2007 (09:51 pm)

One of my favorite songs set to some of the sexiest men in the world.

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by Xevv (xevv)
at June 23rd, 2007 (02:21 am)

"I met murder on the way, come to dance the macabray..."
~Neil Gaiman on his blog, discussing the etymology of the phrase danse macabre.

I want it on the brim of a hat. Or cross the bust of a dress.

by idkillkaygonda (idkillkaygonda)
at June 22nd, 2007 (03:52 pm)

I love this song and video for several reasons. One, because it's a touching song and everything about it, the melody, his voice, the bells, the lyrics, speaks of past history and bittersweet regret. Secondly though, for its irony. The cliche'd lines, "the grass was greener," and the almost laughable imagery, the huge teddy bear, the giant balloons, is the sad truth that things always seem better the further we are distanced from them. The grass wasn't greener, the friends weren't better, only now that the past is past, they truly seem so.

Or rather, I think all situations change the longer they pass away. A moment of agony is looked back on with scorn and a laugh, "well, I couldn't have POSSIBLY felt that horrible over THAT incident," but you did. A moment that was passibly pleasent is looked back on as the purest, brightest moment of your life.

Everything is in perspective, and honestly, I think the memories are almost more important, because they are the things that linger. So much of life to me seems to be beautiful merely because of the fact they pass so quickly, and the mourning and the pain is so much more exquisite than the actual moment.

This wierd paradox of appreciation and heightened sense of importance, only AFTER something happens, is interesting, yet true for almost every situation. Lastly, I love this video for the abstract imagery, flickering in and out, seemingly not connected but coming together so wonderfully. I really want to create that sort of emotion, of seperate parts coming together to create one beautiful Whole in my artwork.

I'll be posting some images and quotes later, along with some sketches of little paintings in progress!

For now, one of my favorite poems by Kipling because it's sweet and sounds like dark wind over the ocean, and, because I like seals.

Seal Lullaby

Oh, hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
And black are the waters that sparkled so green,
The moon o'er the combers, looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow;
Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee,
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas.

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by Xevv (xevv)
at June 5th, 2007 (06:09 pm)
current song: Madonna - Like It Or Not

"A woman is a hole, all the futility of the world pouring into her."

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by Xevv (xevv)
at June 2nd, 2007 (04:45 pm)
current song: 08.The Hunt

Thought I'd start out this community with a poem by Rimbaud:

A Sleeper in the Valley

A green hole where a river sings;
Silver tatters tangling in the grass;
Sun shining down from a proud mountain:
A little valley bubbling with light.

A young soldier sleeps, lips apart, head bare,
Neck bathing in cool blue watercress,
Reclined in the grass beneath the clouds,
Pale in his green bed showered with light.

He sleeps with his feet in the gladiolas.
Smiling like a sick child, he naps:
Nature, cradle him in warmth: he's cold.

Sweet scents don't tickle his nose;
He sleeps in the sun, a hand on his motionless chest,
Two red holes on his right side.

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