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Twins divided by cold glass
[The Wolf’s Reflection ~ David John Dietrich]
I could feel your furry light.
And a cold glass dividing our minds.
“I’m here”, you said.
But there was a blind spot in the mirror.
You lived inside the reflection.
I lived inside your pain.
– MM – 15
Bob Dylan – Series Of Dreams
Restless
Some days are just a bad version of the day before.
A skinless cloud
[photo found on Tumblr]
I don’t know how to make this new skin move with my thoughts. Stretching out. Making it fit. Transparent fear. Goosebumps. But no movement. Trying to climb out of myself. I want to run – skinless and without a sense of weight. I don’t want to feel the gravity of the Earth. I’m dressed in wind. Gently touching the surface of the ocean that is dividing me from you. Time is broken and doesn’t make any sense. I sleep with your daylight in my heart. There was no collision, instead we were melting together like invisible chocolate. When I crawled out of my familiar skin, you could still see the contours, the shape and the luminescence of my existence. Naked. Like we were nothing more than two hearts floating in the air. Skinless clouds. No gravity but a slow tornado of words. Wet punctuation. Very slow marks of silence. Your eyes hiding between the lines. I’m touching your secret skin. Goosebumps. Still no movement. But so much stillness in motion.
Bach – The 6 Partitas (Maria Tipo)
THE STORY BEHIND MY ART: “DADDY’S SECRET”
I painted “Daddy’s Secret” in 2007. It is painted with acrylics on canvas and measures 50 x 50 cm. I made it for an art show in Hamburg, Germany – Don’t Wake Daddy II that I was part of in the end of the same year. I tried to play with the ‘Daddy’ theme but I wanted to make it less obvious, more ambiguous and mysterious.
Work in progress:
I was inspired by old stories about witches and how they use objects, relics or animals as muses, things that makes them powerful and how their power are connected to something outside themselves, but at the same time, as part of themselves. I found it fascinating.
The painting was sold even before the opening of the group show “Don’t Wake Daddy II” at Feinkunst Krüger in Hamburg. It was a great success at the show and it was my debut painting in the context of the lowbrow and pop-surrealism community.
The painting is featured in many international art magazines and art books.
And here’s a cool tattoo based on my artwork (on a swedish man’s arm):
And Daddy’s Secret has even had some fan art imitations:
(made by Steppingondaisys on DeviantArt)
It is one of my favorite paintings I’ve ever done.
MEMORIES
“Winter Tree” photography by Mia Makila, 2014
MAGICAL PLACES INSIDE
Magical places inside a human being:
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1. the heart
2. the mind
3. the core
4. the soul
5. the fire
6. the dark rooms
7. the graveyard of memories
8. the inner child
9. the wonderland of perversions
10. the spirit
YEAR OF THE FOOL
It’s the year of the fool.
Your heart is a motel of traveling lies.
Closed.
I breastfeed the beast within and there are no shades of blue.
It’s all gone.
Rage rising like a black thistle with the head of a restless crow.
Screaming.
While you cum inside another watermelon.
MM – 15
I RÖRELSE
[photo found on tumblr]
Skriker. Av hunger och rastlöshet.
Livets rundgång. Dånar.
MM – 14
JAG LEVER
Bortom skymningen lever jag nära vattenytan.
Domnar med natten.
Klockan är alltid eftermiddag när jag vaknar.
Som en löjlig rebus.
Timmar,
utom sig av rädsla.
Svarta som hålen utanför min lycka.
Svarta som hålen utanför min lycka.
Där jag firar mitt liv med en sång.
Våt av ytspänningen i mitt hjärta.
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MM – 14
ASH FLOWER
[photo found on tumblr]
Every hour starts and ends with you
Black fire storm
Tearing continents apart
A void
Louder than any chaos
Silent screamer
Tortured air
Flames
Grey and dry
Gone
Time and death
Glowing like dying fireflies in the dirt
Suddenly
Ash flower
Rising
Reaching for the light within
Resurrection and supersonic desire
Growing
A garden of aching delight
Hiding
Deep inside every thought
Crashing deeper
Inside
Black fire storm
Tearing continents apart
A void
Louder than any chaos
Silent screamer
Tortured air
Flames
Grey and dry
Gone
Time and death
Glowing like dying fireflies in the dirt
Suddenly
Ash flower
Rising
Reaching for the light within
Resurrection and supersonic desire
Growing
A garden of aching delight
Hiding
Deep inside every thought
Crashing deeper
Inside
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MIA MAKILA, October 2014
MEMORIES OF YOU
[photo found on tumblr]
A crash.
Two planets colliding with the intensity of a war.
Destruction, sweet as the tip of your tongue.
Dancing in honey rain.
A laughing sun.
The center point of an Empire, always alive with fire storms.
Dancing in honey rain.
A laughing sun.
The center point of an Empire, always alive with fire storms.
And you.
A silver coated wolf, hungry as Death itself
– tearing me apart with your uneven teeth.
Jaws locked around my heart.
Blood lust and cream.
Unleash me.
With stardust.
Jaws locked around my heart.
Blood lust and cream.
Unleash me.
With stardust.
I am raw inside you.
We make love inside a birdhouse.
Six hours of dead ends.
We make love inside a birdhouse.
Six hours of dead ends.
An eternity of words.
Layers and layers of black fire and fragile slices of ham.
Washed away by moonlight.
Layers and layers of black fire and fragile slices of ham.
Washed away by moonlight.
With the shower curtains still dripping of cum.
The texture of a raw chicken.
Tongues, wet and slow like pink snails.
Two hearts, divided by a wall.
Sharp as a razor blade.
Impermeable.
A nothing box.
It never existed anyway.
You killed mommy with your love.
It never existed anyway.
You killed mommy with your love.
Cherry strap-on.
I hate purple.
Jelly pain and a fierce cul-de-sac.
Jelly pain and a fierce cul-de-sac.
I am just a detail in your life.
Pure love.
Insomnia inside a void.
Insomnia inside a void.
Heartbeats trapped in a car.
Driving faster into you.
Melting.
Melting.
Into the rainbow.
A spilled egg between my legs.
And I reach for your heart like it’s heaven.
And I reach for your heart like it’s heaven.
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Silence is just another language that we share.
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MIA MAKILA, October 2014
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