~ I shall call you forth from sleep,
From fields of unknowing...
Where each moment will have its hour,
each mouth its kiss…
Where in some other unspoken territory,
my body has become yours,
And within the dark tide of the sky
we wear our nocturnal speech. ~ VL
There are those of us who walk between the worlds...
We straddle the line between darkness and light, between the tangible and the imperceptible, between the land of humanity and the shadows of the spirit. We do this not because we choose to....but because we must.
Within the structure of the common day, we seek out the tiny fractures which allow us to penetrate true beauty.... to find radiance in the typical moment because we know that no moment is to be ignored.
We obtain immortality through the preservation of art in all her guises. We write, we paint, we photograph, we leave pieces of ourselves behind so that we will not be forgotten. Through language, music and visual art....we are leaving a history that will be told long after we can no longer tell it ourselves. A story that deserves to be told.
Your History is Worthy of Immortality.
So come...walk with us~
I am Vampire Lily. A redheaded, green eyed, Celt witch with a nasty boot fetish and a fucked up sense of humor. I wear my Scot, Irish & Welsh ancestory like a badge.
I dress like a fusion of JoeLinsner/John Waterhouse art & Queen Boudicca. My home looks like Lord Byron's place after a particularly nasty opium trip. I'm a writer, a poet, a romantic and sometimes a big pain in the ass. I love belly dancing, designing my own clothes, cursing in public places and i am a proud advocate of creative punctuation. An ex-boyfriend once told me that i laugh like a riot in the street (I don't know how accurate it is but i like it.....) I over analyzing stuff. I read into everything. My first love is art & words. This is more than you'll ever need to know about me and probably much more than you actually give a shit about.
“Is my darkness not everything that you had hoped it would be?” He stood before me in a great swirl of darkness and gray as if he had materialized out of dust motes and ash. “This is where we begin,” he said “And this is where we end again.” VL
On waking, to find you absent-
having flown this proverbial coop
of twisted bedding, damp sheets
of feathers that recall you...
ruffled and smoothed
by both mouth and hands-
...... i would not curse you earthbound~ VL
i think it's important to love who you are and love what you do. For most people, me included, this isn't always easy because there's so much bullshit out there in the world that would rather be against you than for you. We're beautiful in our originality.... so if someone doesn't want to accept you for who you really are.....fuck 'em. You don't need that individual in your life. Negativity is poisonous. Don't let anyone poison who you are and what you want to be.
regarding frauds & catfishers.... i promise to accept you as who you are as long as you present your authentic self to me. This means that our conversations and "friendship" is not based on some made-up persona that you've invented for yourself. I don't choose my friends by their attractiveness, finances, or status in life.
I choose them by how they treat me. I want to know you for who you really are, not by who you wish you were.
***there's a line from Psalm that says: " the sum of your words are true". And so the idea for the work below stemmed from that.
I took an image of myself, stripped it down to bare lines in PhotoShop, then built the lines back up color by color....i was going for a 'negative' effect, but more organic.... which is why i wrote the words and lines from my pieces in my own hand. This was the result.....***
Hey, my love, I came to you with
You laid down and gave to me just
what I'm seeking
Love, you drive me to distraction
Hey my love do you believe that we
might last a thousand years
Or more if not for this,
our flesh and blood
It ties you and me right up
Tie me down
Celebrate we will
Because life is short but sweet for
We're climbing two by two
To be sure these days continue
These things we cannot change
Dave Matthews Band ~ Two Step
"Lily, Oh Lily I don't feel safe
I feel that life has blown a great big hole
And she said
"Child, you must protect yourself
I'll show you how with fire"
Gabriel before me
Raphael behind me
Michael to my right
Uriel on my left side
In the circle of fire ~ Kate Bush
"Out of the eater, something to eat; out of the strong, something sweet"
...so like Samson, you swore
you wouldn't raise the sheers to it-
but while you sleep, i bind you up,
bowstrings and ropes and woven locks.
All for that soft thread of hair
encircling my fingertip...
...and so like Delilah, i smile
my mouth mimicing the curve
of her hips.
...Mother of Gods
And Men, and Nature, Mother of All Things...
And End are You, and You Alone rule All.
For All Things are from You, and in You do
All Things, Eternal One, come to their End.
~ Oh thou, who givest sustenance to the universe
From whom all things proceed
To whom all things return
Unveil to us the face of the true spiritual sun
Hidden by a disc of golden light
That we may know the truth
And do our whole duty
As we journey to thy sacred feet ~
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
~ Anne Sexton ~
Please see 'Acknowledgements' in my journal regarding Artists featured on this page~