2.14.2008
1.13.2008
12.17.2007
12.14.2007
12.04.2007
11.27.2007
10.17.2007
10.03.2007
9.11.2007
9.10.2007
8.21.2007
7.30.2007
7.24.2007
7.23.2007
The white bees came at evening ... whirling in soft flights, swinging him on their wings ... his hair would be full of them ... he did not see them come; but they hung over him, as though the roof were open, a Danaan shower. Then they went away. The great swarm passed, leaving only stragglers to sit on his hot eyelids. Days passed without them and nights. One evening they came as he had never seen them, and all night the bitter room had blazed and swung with their soundless ecstasy. That was the last time. One night he dreamed that he had found one dead and brittle on the blanket, and woke crying.
7.11.2007
7.10.2007
7.07.2007
7.05.2007
6.11.2007
creeps, cemeteries, funerals, + bones
fando y lis (cemetery scene)
funeral parade of roses
the ossuary by jan svankmajer (has since disappeared but can be seen here)
5.31.2007
5.05.2007
3.18.2007
2.26.2007
guy + nicolle


+ nicolle meyer - nowhere bei mir
+ i came across a wounded crow - flapping frantically amidst a tangle of thorny bushes. i captured it ... he became terribly upset. this was a bad omen! "ca va porter malheur!" ... my beautiful jet black crow was the ultimate bearer of bad luck ... it's cawing announced the arrival of death.
+ making us backtrack for miles to toss a broken mirror into the mississippi river to ward off the spell of bad luck that might had befallen us if we had not.
+ a cut out polaroid, a screeching crow, a glossy puddle of nail polish blood, his black cadillac ...
(their dizzying road trip through the south)
12.20.2006
11.12.2006
10.23.2006
10.01.2006
8.13.2006
6.06.2006
6.01.2006
5.23.2006
2.22.2006
2.21.2006
2.20.2006
2.18.2006
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