Dec
31
2009
©Audie Cleveland
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
–Jim Morrison
…on to new beginnings
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Dec
31
2009
©Audie Cleveland
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
–Jim Morrison
…on to new beginnings
no comments | posted in audie cleveland, candace nirvana, happy new year, jim morrison, the doors, the end
Dec
30
2009
©CNirvana
and her moon
2010 is almost upon us and as the year comes to its end the moon becomes blue. second full moon of the month and the first on NYE since 1990. life is changing, as it does. things keep moving because stopping isn’t an option. and as the end of a decade comes to a close, the voice of the “King” sings…
“Blue moon,
You saw me standing alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a love of my own.
Blue moon,
You knew just what I was there for.
You heard me saying a pray for
Someone I really could care for.”
sometimes you catch the right moment and everything becomes new again…
no comments | posted in blue moon, candace nirvana, cnirvana, elvis presley
Dec
30
2009
©CNirvana
and her moon
2010 is almost upon us and as the year comes to its end the moon becomes blue. second full moon of the month and the first on NYE since 1990. life is changing, as it does. things keep moving because stopping isn’t an option. and as the end of a decade comes to a close, the voice of the “King” sings…
“Blue moon,
You saw me standing alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a love of my own.
Blue moon,
You knew just what I was there for.
You heard me saying a pray for
Someone I really could care for.”
sometimes you catch the right moment and everything becomes new again…
1 comment | posted in blue moon, candace nirvana, cnirvana, elvis presley
Dec
28
2009
©Cameron Attree
yesterday i sat still. i spent time with a budding artist whos husband had bought my time as a christmas gift. i mailed him a print to put under the tree and 2 days later i arrived. he paid me handsomely considering the amount of effort expended.
as i posed for the accountant turned artist for a day, i remembered how much work it is to sit still, not move, focus on something and breathe. I started as an art model for classes around my university. im tens years out of practice. now i essentially do my own thing, barely thinking, rarely challenged and only to pause for the 4×5 shooters that need me to hold a pose for a minute or 3. not 30.
as i sit and try to quiet my mind, i focus on the folded sheet nearby. my focus begins to blur and the sheet begins to develop its own personality. my frozen gaze brings me closer to hallucination with this inanimate object. the face in the material becomes clearer and im not at all surprised that this thing in front of me that has all the attention in my being becomes something different entirely. this face keeps my awareness as i lose feeling in most of my body. my breath slows as i begin to meditate and escape to somewhere far from my body, my reality, my self.
in this place time stops. in this place nothing else matters. there is no noise and i like it, even though the audible music still plays in the corner. there is nothing to block my complete concentration on the corner of this sheet. i let myself go, only to come back when she said, “do you need a break?”
apparently i did, and i took it. and i enjoyed every second of it. and i hope to do it again.
nirvana found
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Dec
28
2009
©Cameron Attree
yesterday i sat still. i spent time with a budding artist whos husband had bought my time as a christmas gift. i mailed him a print to put under the tree and 2 days later i arrived. he paid me handsomely considering the amount of effort expended.
as i posed for the accountant turned artist for a day, i remembered how much work it is to sit still, not move, focus on something and breathe. I started as an art model for classes around my university. im tens years out of practice. now i essentially do my own thing, barely thinking, rarely challenged and only to pause for the 4×5 shooters that need me to hold a pose for a minute or 3. not 30.
as i sit and try to quiet my mind, i focus on the folded sheet nearby. my focus begins to blur and the sheet begins to develop its own personality. my frozen gaze brings me closer to hallucination with this inanimate object. the face in the material becomes clearer and im not at all surprised that this thing in front of me that has all the attention in my being becomes something different entirely. this face keeps my awareness as i lose feeling in most of my body. my breath slows as i begin to meditate and escape to somewhere far from my body, my reality, my self.
in this place time stops. in this place nothing else matters. there is no noise and i like it, even though the audible music still plays in the corner. there is nothing to block my complete concentration on the corner of this sheet. i let myself go, only to come back when she said, “do you need a break?”
apparently i did, and i took it. and i enjoyed every second of it. and i hope to do it again.
nirvana found
2 comments | posted in cameron attree, candace nirvana, nirvana.
Dec
24
2009
©Brian Sullivan
as i sit here in my family’s home trying to multitask and finish what needs to be done before the party starts, i realize something painfully obvious. quiet makes me nervous. i need noise… conversation, white noise, music. vibration of the sound waves. i need to hear things that distract me to really focus on what i need to do. the humming of the refrigerator isn’t quite loud enough. i need music, even when its bad.. except for christmas music which apparently makes my head hurt.
i live in the city for the discordant mixture of sounds, it sleeps only when im not around to hear the noise. surrounded by the rush of traffic and the creation and destruction of life, quiet doesn’t exist. in “far away from everything noisy” land i gear up to head out for a few more last minute gifts. did i do this on purpose to see the insanity and feel the excitement of the day before rush? i hate crowds and i often hate people, a bit claustrophobic, but the noise….
no comments | posted in brian sullivan, candace nirvana, christmas
Dec
24
2009
©Brian Sullivan
as i sit here in my family’s home trying to multitask and finish what needs to be done before the party starts, i realize something painfully obvious. quiet makes me nervous. i need noise… conversation, white noise, music. vibration of the sound waves. i need to hear things that distract me to really focus on what i need to do. the humming of the refrigerator isn’t quite loud enough. i need music, even when its bad.. except for christmas music which apparently makes my head hurt.
i live in the city for the discordant mixture of sounds, it sleeps only when im not around to hear the noise. surrounded by the rush of traffic and the creation and destruction of life, quiet doesn’t exist. in “far away from everything noisy” land i gear up to head out for a few more last minute gifts. did i do this on purpose to see the insanity and feel the excitement of the day before rush? i hate crowds and i often hate people, a bit claustrophobic, but the noise….
1 comment | posted in brian sullivan, candace nirvana, christmas
Dec
22
2009
© CB
when you have to wake up, where do you go when the wind doesn’t blow?
“Why do I have to fly
over every town up and down the line?
I’ll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.
I wake up, it’s a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I’m not the fighting kind.
Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I’m a man, I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.
…
Where do we go?
I don’t even know,
My strange old face,
And I’m thinking about those days,
And I’m thinking about those days.
I wake up, it’s a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I’m not the fighting kind.
Wouldn’t mind it
if you were by my side
But you’re long gone,
yeah you’re long gone now.”
–Keane
my vivid dreams have been shockingly revealing. losing my teeth and waking up in all the wrong places… whats next?
oh yeah, christmas.
no comments | posted in bad dream, candace nirvana, keane, losing teeth
Dec
22
2009
© CB
when you have to wake up, where do you go when the wind doesn’t blow?
“Why do I have to fly
over every town up and down the line?
I’ll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.
I wake up, it’s a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I’m not the fighting kind.
Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I’m a man, I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.
…
Where do we go?
I don’t even know,
My strange old face,
And I’m thinking about those days,
And I’m thinking about those days.
I wake up, it’s a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I’m not the fighting kind.
Wouldn’t mind it
if you were by my side
But you’re long gone,
yeah you’re long gone now.”
–Keane
my vivid dreams have been shockingly revealing. losing my teeth and waking up in all the wrong places… whats next?
oh yeah, christmas.
no comments | posted in bad dream, candace nirvana, keane, losing teeth
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