“Artist and Muse”

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I’m doing a series of artistic photos of myself where the concept of artist and muse become one. Often these are two separate people however I want to experiment creatively with the idea of self love through photos. This is the beginning of that intention. Enjoy!

“Mysterious Allure”

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“Mysterious Allure”

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New necklace design from Arcane Memory Designs. I am really excited about this piece! 1920s mesh change purse paired with 100 yr old mother of pearl rosary. The change purse is filled with a dusty rose vintage lace. I found the little purse at a flea market in the Gothic Quarter of Barcelona, Spain. It is a very special treasure! A truly stunning necklace!

Quotes I love…

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“I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
— Anaïs Nin

“…I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.”
— Anaïs Nin (Henry & June)

Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror. ~Rabindranath Tagore

A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it. ~Rabindranath Tagore

Truth be told even if you are in the most ideal love, the most connected, honest, truth filled love it is still hard and can hurt, when you love someone…whether it be family, friend or romantic there is always as humans a fear of loss. This is why so many shut themselves off to love or limit to a great degree who they will love. We can find ways to deal with our fear but it is still there…you never know what could happen tomorrow and in that uncertainty we want to hold on tight to whatever or whomever we love. Love is challenging, however in my humble opinion worth all the heart ache. It takes courage to love and that is just the plain truth of the matter. ~Bonnie Currie

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
~Kahlil Gibran

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
~Franz Kafka

“I became aware of the world’s tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation, and I realized that the joy I sought in you was not only secreted within you, but breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic yet tender drone of the wind, in the autumn clouds bloated with rain. I realized that the world does not represent a struggle at all, or a predaceous sequence of chance events, but the shimmering bliss, beneficent trepidation, a gift bestowed upon us and unappreciated.”
— Vladimir Nabokov

“And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of a Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lighting! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!” -Lord of the Rings

The Beauty of Things

To feel and speak the astonishing beauty of things—earth, stone and water,
Beast, man and woman, sun, moon and stars—
The blood-shot beauty of human nature, its thoughts, frenzies and passions,
And unhuman nature its towering reality—
For man’s half dream; man, you might say, is nature dreaming, but rock
And water and sky are constant—to feel
Greatly, and understand greatly, and express greatly, the natural
Beauty, is the sole business of poetry.
The rest’s diversion: those holy or noble sentiments, the intricate ideas,
The love, lust, longing: reasons, but not the reason.

–Robinson Jeffers

Heaven is what I have been seeking all along and through the density of confused and demoniac flesh of my life – heaven! Alas for him who has not yet understood that! The first time I saw a woman’s depilated armpit I was seeking heaven. When with my crutch I stirred the putrefied and worm-eaten mass of my dead hedgehog, it was heaven I was seeking. And what is heaven? Where is to be found? Heaven is to be found, neither above nor below, neither to the right nor to the left, heaven is to be found exactly in the centre of the bosom of the man who has faith! At this moment I do not yet have faith, and I fear I shall die without heaven. -Dali

“Ay!” he said. “You’re right. It’s that really. It’s that all the way through. I knew it with men. I had to be in touch with them, physically, and not go back on it. I had to be bodily aware of them and a bit tender to them. even if I put ’em through hell. It’s a question of awareness, as Buddha said. But even he fought shy of bodily awareness, and that natural physical tenderness which is the best , even between men; in a proper manly way. Makes ’em really manly, not so monkeyish. Ay! it’s tenderness, really; it’s cunt-awareness. Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it is touch we’re afraid of. We’re only half-conscious, and half alive. We’ve got to come alive and aware….It’s our crying need.”
-D.H.Lawrence “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”

“Speak what you think now in hard words, and tomorrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day. ‘Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood.’ Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood!”
-r.w. emerson