Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Solitary moon

First you show me the moon
Now you leave me my skin bruised
My head and body filled with black holes
While you knew from the beginning
I could never beat your platoon


















Photo: MoonRiver by Ryan McGinley
Text: Maaijke Middelbeek

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Dog-walking ground



Animation by Leonid Shmelkov
Собачья площадка

Monday, August 29, 2011

Water drawings

Life in amniotic fluid
Web of poison
Under my skin through my veins

Ink in water drawings: Maaijke Middelbeek

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Swallow


Dear little swallow
Let’s fly out in the morning
Take me where the wind blows
us. Back, forth, up and down.

Dear little swallow
Flying over the sea
No matter where we’ll go
we’ll be coming home safely.

Maybe the true meaning of a swallow’s watching over me.

Dear little swallow
Don’t shed a tear
Rub two coins together
ensures wealth through the year.

Dear little swallow
Why feel so hollow?
We’ve come a long way
a little bit wiser every day.

Maybe the true meaning of a swallow’s watching over me.

Lyrics: Marielle Zijlstra
Painting: Jacek Galazka

Dreams from the Woods



Directed by Johannes Nyholm

The pilot for this shortfilm is a also music video for Little Dragon's Twice.. Mesmerizing music and images.


Thursday, August 11, 2011

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Dialogue



He: It’s so dark, where is the light?
She: I like it dark.
He: Huh?
She: We’ll be dancers in the dark.
No because your eyes don’t speak. Silence.
Instead you listen better, smell different, sense and taste more…

He: I don’t hear a thing.
She: Because you are not trying. I hear your breath, your heartbeat and far away some music. Shall I put on some music?
He: Ok what you have?
I’m starting to understand. I hear the wind blowing, the rain and darkness fall. Come closer? You smell nice and your hair is soft.
She: I think you smell like teen spirit… No, I’ll put on some classics. And you smell like fresh soap.
He: Just washed my hands.
She: Here feel my arm.
He: The goosebumps, wow. Are you cold?
She: No not all. It’s your breath, your touch… But why are you shivering?
He: Kiss me.
She: What?
He: Let’s dance in the dark.

Dialogue: Maaijke Middelbeek
Photo: Roger Deckker for Tank Magazine 2007

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Blue Leaves- Sóley

Beautiful songs from Iceland.
Check her out September 8th at Bitterzoet!

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