Nahw Yg

Grand oeil de nuit au contour de silence..

 

 

 

 

 

Anthropomorphism

Battements.Sourds.Cardiaqu es.Exsangues.

 

Moons eagerness

Grand oeil de nuit au contour de silence..


Sacrifice to resurrection

Corps.Viscères .Sang.Et peau.
Sont ce que la vie s'est proposé pour abriter le Chaos .

Body.Viscera.Blood.And skin.
Are what life has offered to host the Chaos.






Lorsqu'une lune obscène dévore le soleil
Ne reste que tes yeux pour irradier mon ciel

.Drink .My. Emptiness.





...To disappear of the self...
...Disparaitre de soi...

What does the mask reveals more than it hides....

What is your individual identity,the one devoid of social,cultural influences and collective archetypes...The inner one...








Witch



Substance of thought




Mesmérisme .Feulement des artères.
Battements sourds.Et mon cœur devient soluble

Whisper

Battements.Sourds.Cardiaqu es.Exsangues.
Atterrés de sons,matrices folles si pieuses qu'elles en oublient le corps.
Survolté,altéré.Cœur étoilé de souffre
affamé de nuits pourpres qui hurlent encore ton nom.

Archetype


 
Inner feelings.State of being
Self portrait



Persona .Où.Les métamorphoses du vide


“I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.” Haruki Murakami (Blind willow,sleeping woman )

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“ “Go out in the woods, go out. If you don't go out in the woods nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin.” Clarissa Pinkola Estes,Women who run with the wolves

Lorsqu'une lune obscène
dévore le soleil
Ne restent que tes yeux pour éclairer mon ciel

Anthropomorphic serie/ v

Cervidé










Society?

























Woman I
Patience de la blessure







And you, woman, ya, you....
Though her soul requires seeing, the culture around her requires sightlessness. Though her soul wishes to speak its truth, she is pressured to be silent
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, women who run with the Wolves
 





Woman II













Won't you come and find me






Woman III/Identity











Thoughts













I'll fuck you in the dark so you don't recognize me. In the dark I see it clear. I see you to the touch. We're all the same, addicted



Nothing happens but I'm not bored
the sun goes towards the emptiness
I'm good here
like I'm far away
like i'm all alone
like i'm home
life in a caravan recharge my heart
rocking me the belly gives me some thought
document my skepticism
I'm good here
having fun with stereotypes as much as possible
enjoying the weather window a little bit
insulin from sublime air suddenly passing on the island
Strange tree graphic design
big worried birds
big quiet birds
Isn't it?
yeah yeah
the slot is perfect
I'm good here
I keep loving while still wary
and I'm reclaiming my eyes rinsed in the clear serums
served by greenery just at dusk time
and my ears are thirsty too that I waterproof immediately at the source
who always pays in cash
that means music fills the space of his whole class
it means fervor
it means fragility
that means pretty scrotum sensations
that means I know now
that I wouldn't have leisure or time
to choose the color of my underwear
when the Lord reminds me by his side
freedom of movement cotton stretchable
I'm good here
pasta are cooking
paradoxes are teaching me
as usual the only promises I keep
are the ones I don ' t
nothing happens but I'm not bored
the sun goes towards the emptiness
I'm good here

′′ Nothing happens but I'm not bored ′′ Heptanes Fraxion



Woman
"Though her soul requires seeing, the culture around her requires sightlessness. Though her soul wishes to speak its truth, she is pressured to be silent."
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, women who run with the wolves, myths and stories of the wild woman archetypes
 

Mind leak









Woman







Asleep she-Wolf. First collaboration with Lorenzo Recio / Drawing Lorenzo Recio. Photo Nahw yg

The She Wolf Nest 



One night I'll slip under your door. Under your sheets. I'll slip under your skin