goldin

saskia

faucon

ryden

out of sorrow entire worlds have been built

courtney

milla

herzog

out of her nightmare and back into mine

And she's kind of like a movie
Everyone rushes to see
And no one understands it
Sittin' in their seats

fuseli

in those long last moments

marianne

elvis

viggo

lucinda

rumblefish

Then the worst happened, that big, dark, hunky boy, the only one there huge enough for me, who had been hunching around over women, and whose name I had asked the minute i had come into the room, but no one told me, came over and was looking hard into my eyes and it was Ted Hughes…I was stamping and he was stamping on the floor, and then he kissed me bang smash on the mouth and ripped my hairband off, my lovely red hairband scarf which has weathered the sun and much love, and whose like I shall never again find, and my favorite silver earrings: hah, I shall keep, he barked. And when he kissed my neck I bit him long and hard on the cheek, and when we came out of the room, blood was running down his face. His poem ‘I did it, I.’ Such violence, and I can see how women lie down for artists

existen cielos que yo jamás veré

witkin

aickman

rimbaud

new orleans

Sadness is a gentle mind
But a good woman 
Has her hands to use

chan

louise bourgeois

garcía-alix

day-lewis

con la belleza y el horror por guías

faulkner

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

catrina

your memories are not invited

joaquin

blixa

jonathan

jeff