i'll meet you halfway;

.

funny how we always
remember when &
want years to end.

it's not rocket science;

.

the light which shines in the eye
is really the light of the heart. (rumi)

dialogue;

between head and heart
your woven tangles
bridge a divide —

you let a full breath out
through the tip of your toe.

behind your eyes
a thousand oceans
carry on with grace.

when has your intuition
ever failed you?

.

two means yes;

.

(these will be made available in limited edition prints
via the latest release of the aural diptych series;
electroluminescent/giant claw — on tqa records.)

sihr;

.

i play a really awful damsel in distress (all of the shhh's, self-reliance sublime!);
i wish i knew telepaths with those eyes.
i wish there were more telepaths in my life.

what compels one to turn/move forward?
full circle, point A+ back to A —
sihr.

confluences;

.

Points de rencontre entre l'essence humaine et la nature certaine, moments suspendus à tout hasard, jonctions limitrophes. Par le biais de diptyques, cette série de photos récentes par Meryem Yildiz explore les jeux de confluences et fixe les ellipses qui s'y rattachent.

Confluences : exposition solo de photographies par Meryem Yildiz (du 27 juin au 26 juillet 2011)

Vernissage : 30 juin 2011, 18h à 22h

Meeting points between human essence and essential nature, haphazard moments suspended, liminal junctions. Through diptychs, this series of recent photographs explores confluent states and their related ellipses.

Confluences: Solo Photography Exhibit by Meryem Yildiz (June 27 - July 26 2011)

Opening: June 30th, 6PM to 10PM

Café Pi Gallery
4127 Saint-Laurent
Montreal, QC H2W 1Y7

gone sailing;

(strangers are only strange until you get to know them.)

.

spring scene;

.

tilted;

methodical: writhing — writing — righting.

.

"every soul is interwoven before the wrong or right;
i know we'll live again, though it's just a feeling."

(swans saturn day.)

two lips at night;

two lips at night, tuliping.

because she cannot remember
the last time her arms
trembled like this.

.

this situation is acceptable to her. she talks about it with surprising comfort, balance and poise. it makes sense to her at this moment in time. it is by no means normal. in fact, there is barely anything happening at all. it follows the same slow, deciding pace that followed them. & for some strange, cosmic reason, it feels like it should be this way.


"he told me i had beautiful shoulders. that he had never seen shoulders as wide as mine," she said to the voodoo artist.

"yes, but it's as though you let in an entire breath, and you never let it out," he responded.

he pressed his hands against her ribcage.

"what happened here?" he asked.

"nothing," she said.

the nafs at peace;

.

marrow;

.

little boy blue;

.