Some days, some things find us…
in any life.
Even in paint on a digital canvas.
Right In Two by Tool
TIYSL Snapshot: Will there be enough?
* Raindrops skip and spatter against a liquid mirror, cool, not quite cold to the touch. The sun begrudgingly peels back sheets of night, leaping over mountains, racing across the sea, to paint the first breaths of day across his back. He relaxes clenched fist feeling the ocean wrap around him and, if only for a moment, feels unburdened… weightless… and alive. *
Will there be enough water? by The Dead Weather
TIYSL Snapshot: Lately
*The river grumbles and sighs through a deep cut bed of stone worn smooth by time. He finds the water’s unrelenting complaints calming, a wall of certainty, in a world of opaque and obscure. Eyes closed, he feels the sticky-slick grit of a playing card in his hand, hears the scattershot percussion of a long forgotten song. Slowly, the sound of the water creeps back into his mind and bring the unnerving feeling of knowing. He looks down at the card that isn’t there, aware the song exist only behind his eyes, and wishes he couldn’t remember.*
Beautiful by Eminem
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Some days, some things find us…
in any life.
Even in paint on a digital canvas.
Right In Two by Tool
I’m back. *awaits thunderous applause* Let’s move on.
This post is long overdue. About a month ago I stumbled across something both disturbing and truly amazing. I have a particular fondness for any form of expression that has real emotion attached to it. I’ll dispense with the formalities and copy/paste the testimonial I just posted on flickr.
“We’ll never be perfect.
Jen’s work effortlessly demonstrates this inescapable reality with brutal elegance.
She throws sex and violence in a blender, crushing passion and pain into a white hot cocktail.
Raw and real, her art crosses boundaries, that exist in our mind, to reveal something just beneath the surface.
Something beautifully twisted and unabashedly flawed.
Jen Villota is unadulterated inspiration.
A modern muse for the masses.”
Intrigued? You damn well better be.
Go see her work. That’s not a request.
Jenn Villota,
you wear your ruins well.
Putting holes in happiness by Marilyn Manson