Bone structure

Painted illustration: Maaijke Middelbeek

Vincent

Dark poem and animation Tim Burton 1982

The red shadow

Photography: Maaijke Middelbeek

Happy Easter

Photography: Maaijke Middelbeek

Slowly vanishing

Illustration: Maaijke Middelbeek

Florescence

Sad little lonely girl, step out of that heavy suit
In this springtime no more reason for a black mood
Put on a sundress, it’s time to play
Colours, relief, chilly memories fade away

Open the curtains, you will get wise
Clear light is brightening the grey skies
No more nightmares accompanied by dreams
Run through the last rain to catch the first sun beams

Poem: Maaijke Middelbeek

THE RED TOY by Dani Rosenberg

Facing the truth

Illustration: Maaijke Middelbeek

What a jest

Shit on the porch
Pulp under the old oak
What a mess
Quit the joke

Piss on the flag
Dolls without head
Glass in my bag
This is bad

Poem: Maaijke Middelbeek

Rainy mood

Illustration: Maaijke Middelbeek

The Golden Filter - Syndromes

Syndromes follows a young girl with mysterious talents that finds herself unwillingly entwined in an elite underworld that only the ailing wealthy are ever aware of. Syndromes features six original new songs. The music was written first. Grammy-winning Norwegian director Kristoffer Borgli created the filmshort as a response to it.

Me or the?

Sometimes I wonder is it me or my imagination?
Are true occurrences part of living in a dream?
Fantasies become reality in my own creation
But they are not always what they seem

Voices are present just as an illusory
The inexplicable is something without a solid grip
Beauty is everywhere turns to be con-temporary
The art of it takes the mind on a sentimental trip

Though I try to get that train to the unconscious
Already bought a ticket to never ever whatever land
Travel along for answers avoiding the fractious
Knowing this is a journey without end



Poem: Maaijke Middelbeek
Photography: Laura Makabresku, Poland

Seabear - I'll build you a fire

Experimental Indie Folk from Iceland.

Analyse for the love of

I’d like to share a piece of me
My eyes, my lips, a thought or three
When you expect more well go search that key
The one that opens me up to get in more deeply
Than you can examine my cells thoroughly
Fly through my brain like a purposeful bee
Finally count my annual rings and tell me what you see
Because my heart I do not share for free

Poem: Maaijke Middelbeek

Wonderwall 1968

A miraculous, psychedelic and colourful movie with Jane Birkin.

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

Dog-walking ground

Animation by Leonid Shmelkov
Собачья площадка

Water drawings

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

Ink in water drawings: Maaijke Middelbeek

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.

Corpus pellucid

Sketch: Maaijke Middelbeek

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

PJ Harvey - Let England Shake

Blue Leaves- Sóley

Beautiful songs from Iceland.
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