ieva jansone, a visual artist "with migration background", currently based in berlin. world's citizen and homesick forever.
the concept of this blog has changed a lot since its beginning two years ago. still one principle remains: all the photographs on this site are made by me (if not explicitely noted otherwise, of course).
this blog is sleeping, in fact. i'm more proliferous the other one - my virtual sketchbook.
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Take this waltz, take this waltz Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws Oh I want you, I want you, I want you On a chair with a dead magazine In the cave at the tip of the lily In some hallways where love's never been On a bed where the moon has been sweating In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Take this waltz, take this waltz Take its broken waist in your hand
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz With its very own breath of brandy and Death Dragging its tail in the sea
There's a concert hall in Vienna Where your mouth had a thousand reviews There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking They've been sentenced to death by the blues Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Take this waltz, take this waltz Take this waltz it's been dying for years
There's an attic where children are playing Where I've got to lie down with you soon In a dream of Hungarian lanterns In the mist of some sweet afternoon And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Take this waltz, take this waltz With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
And I'll dance with you in Vienna I'll be wearing a river's disguise The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, My mouth on the dew of your thighs And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, With the photographs there, and the moss And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty My cheap violin and my cross And you'll carry me down on your dancing To the pools that you lift on your wrist Oh my love, Oh my love Take this waltz, take this waltz It's yours now. It's all that there is
Looks beautiful Ieva. Hope you are well and happy.
AntwortenLöschencongrats. i like polaroids.
AntwortenLöschenwunderbar! in copenhagen!!! ich freu mich sehr für dich! glg von mano
AntwortenLöschenschön!!! viel erfolg! lg
AntwortenLöschenoh wie schön. ich wünschte, ich könnte schnell mal nach kopenhagen reisen, um deine werke zu bewundern!
AntwortenLöschenso sweet polaroids.. good luck for the exhibition!
AntwortenLöschenSehr schön! I wish you a successful exhibition!
AntwortenLöschenJürgen.