crimson….

It was November - the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep,

sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.

— L.M. Montgomery
Sarah Moon

in and out...

I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to.

— Henry Rollins, Solipsist

Man Ray, Autoportrait dans un miroir avec Lee Miller, Cannes, 1929

I fell in love...

I fell in love with him.

But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me.

I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up,
every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other.

I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

-Allegiant

Christine Phung- Gregoire Alexandre

I am….

I am the water

and you are the drop of ink,

we change each other.

— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson 

instagram image by mady dooijes

emptied gestures

 Emptied Gestures is an experiment by Heather Hansen in kinetic drawing.

In this series she explores ways to download my movement directly onto paper,

emptying gestures from one form to another.

Must see this video

via Orphan Socks

Dissolve...

I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.

— Virginia Woolf

Irina by Julia Hetta for another magazine ss 2013

instagram

Recently around the neighbourhood….
images by me (mady dooijes) instagram.

Night Walk….

And the night smells like snow.

Walking home for a moment

you almost believe you could start again.

And an intense love rushes to your heart,

and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

— Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence
C. Maxwell Morris

I dream...

I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.

— E.M. Cioran, Strangled Thoughts

hannah and joel

yours...

You take the things you love 

and tear them apart,

or you pin them down with your body 

and pretend they’re yours.

— Richard Siken

Bruno Dayan