Confess your faults, kneal to yourself, give in, forgive, dont fight. Love you with all you’ve got, loving this, loving you, loving life. Yeah that’s right. Pray, pray, pray, don’t preach. Don’t desire, don’t want, just be. Be, be, be, yours, forever you, in my arms. Dream, many, any, whichever way, you may just find your soul in mine. And if not baby it’s alright. In, on, under, above and beyond your quiet thoughts, where a hint of magic belongs.Left me free, free me, for what?Infront stood my wishes, dreams, I shattered, shattered, shattered it all! Oh sure did I, but not tonight. Love you with all you’ve got, loving this, loving you, loving life, pick-pick-pick me back up, together we’ll walk it off. Bare, naked, soul I expose, I pose, I impose, without remorse. Sewed these words deep deep deep within me, find it in me, spill me over my naked soul to dress me with wishes, dreams, magic, and love, loving ME.
German photographer Paul Schneggenburger created this photo series, entitled The Sleep of the Beloved, in which he features the movements and motions of loving couples as they sleep. For each image, the photographer arranges a bed in his studio apartment, creates a backdrop of black sheets, lights some candles, and leaves for the night. He sets up a long exposure on his camera that is open for six hours, from midnight to 6am, which documents the interactions and distances that couples experience throughout a good night’s sleep.
The Sleep of the Beloved by http://www.schneggenburger.at/
Good to know that I’m not the only one losing themselves in this hectic maze we call a world. Diffusion is series of self portrait drawings from the talented James Linkous. I like the dark feel to it, it’s like he’s hurting, or just something he doesn’t understand is eating away at him. Amazing work.
Artist’s Statement [James Linkous]: “When one is born, their image of self is a pure crisp pool of water. When one experiences something traumatic, it acts as a pollutant to this self-image. The concentration of the trauma may diffuse, but the initial concentration is difficult to bear. One loses the very definition of their self through this trauma. When a parent dies, one has to deal with not being my mother’s son.” When one experiences heartbreak, they lose the part of oneself that is, “my lover’s significant other.” The remnants of the diffused pollutant remain in the pool for one’s entire life, slowly darkening the pure pool were born with, but we slowly adapt to survive the filth.”
Here I am, me…
…with out my consent these were created.Rape.Innocence was stolen and my childhood was forever encarcerated, prisoner of your desire.Rape.Flooded are my eyes by those memories, shock, fear.Rape.Came and left me with this mess.
But, there was her…
…with out your consent she escaped.Strength.Forever set free by her heart, protected by me she lived on. Free.No floods have ever rained upon her, love, hope, kept her alive.Safe.The place I created for her, place where you don’t belong.