PART 1 (out of 2). I made this collage based off the song Run by the band Daughter.
The collage is based off these lyrics (not the whole song) :
While I powder my nose
He will powder his gums
And if I try to get close
He is already gone
Don’t know where he’s going
Don’t know where he’s been
But he is restless at night
He has horrible dreams
So we lay in the dark
'Cause we've got nothing to say
Just the beating of hearts like two drums in the grey
I don’t know what we’re doing
I don’t know what we’ve done
But the fire is coming
So I think we should run
I think we should run, run, run, run
run, run, run, run (x3)
This collage is based off the poem : POPPIES IN JULY -bySYLVIA PLATH.
Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?
You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns
And it exhausts me to watch you
Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.
A mouth just bloodied.
Little bloody skirts!
There are fumes I cannot touch.
Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?
If I could bleed, or sleep!
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!
Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,
Dulling and stilling.
But colorless. Colorless.
Made with older pictures from 1980s - early 1990s
Father’s Day 2014
I saw my whole life as if I’d already lived it (…) always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter.”
…sometimes I can’t believe it - I’m moving past the feeling - past the feeling again.
remembrances … I don’t want to live like this but I don’t want to die.
you are full of the world.
Made up of old pictures - mother’s day 2014
POEM TITLED RED BY TYLER FORD ! ! !
When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it is the color of her dress. When she whispers in your ear, it is the color of her lips. When you make love, it is the trace you want her to leave all over your body. When she places her palm over your heart, it is the color that comes to the surface as her fingertips trail like a sentence that can never be finished. When you see her in the bedroom with another, it is the color of your breath. When you smash the vase in the hall, it is the color that threatens you to abandon the shattered pieces. When you scream at the top of your lungs, it is the color that pierces the atmosphere. When she hears you, it is the color of her pulse. When you look in her eyes for the last time, it is the fading color of your heart falling to your knees. It is not the color you see when she leaves.