To-night, to-night

We will listen to music loudly, we will yell and laugh until there is no breath and tonight we will live.

It is Thursday night and it is time to have fun. No more stress and bitterness holding us back. The girls, Caleb and I are having fun. FUN! So please enjoy tonight! Salut!

--Bethany

howl.

the mountains are calling. i hear them whisper. telling me to peel the city from my skin. i can’t explain it, it pulls me.

Carli.

here and there and back again

Within the next month I have to move out of my apartment and art studio (depressing), create an art installation within my apartment, pack for India, find the funding for India, get shots until I can no longer get shot, work until I can't anymore, finish my post baccalaureate, cut off all my hair (which is still iffy) and last but not least become homeless! I feel the return of zombie eye. Please be patient with me. I'm definitely going to enjoy this ride, but also be panicking on the off seconds that is not filled with excitement. So here we go folks!!!! Salut!

--Bethany

almost.

nothing from my soul tonight.

Carli.

Freedom?

I am currently locked inside my apartment.

Who gets locked inside their houses? Isn't it usually the other way around. Ha, my life.

--Bethany

a breathing landscape.

i am irrevocably tied to the landscape. the mediating ground between absolute a material wild and tame thriving in a constant state of flux. what the nomadic tendencies of geography mirror so well. i need to be free. i need to run. the question remains, though, run from what?

Carli.

Sometimes.

 

When you feel passionate about something, run with it. Don't let those who doubt you implant horrible thoughts within you. It is toxic. 

Try something new, anything new. 

Sometimes I like to make art(okay most times I like to make art), and sometimes I fail at art (or it feels like I do). Today is one of those days. Maybe my work is good enough, maybe it is not. 

This is the beginning of a small series of keepsakes. 

"desire. (part one of a tin series)".

As one of my teachers would say, "Let your haters be your motivators."

--Bethany 

to you.

and the promises we were never meant to keep.


Carli.

craves...

Summer. Barefeet. India. Sun. Freedom.

 Here we go.

--Bethany

Soon we'll all be barefoot.

As with all polite conversations I have chosen to start with the weather. I am anxious about my increasing antipathy towards winter. My body craves thunderstorms to wash away the stale white of winter. If I haven't loved summer properly before. I am sure I do now. 

Carli.

welcome...we're crazy

This is only the beginning.