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The Lost Kerouac Letter

This story about a lost letter from Neal Cassady to Jack Kerouac inspired me greatly today, was too good not to share here: The Lost Kerouac Letter:

“There are no unexplored paths in my mind and few that are not entangled in the weave of my misery mists. It is but gentle fog thru which I navigate and make friendly by constant intimate communion.” – Neal Cassady

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A Dream

Forgive this, forgive this truth in epic fear, transition in truth in sun dance peace. Where are you now sweet twisted truth. I am bitter in sadness. All I want is truth just give me some, give me this one piece of bread, our daily bread, where are you my jesus my savior or have you lost me in all this. I want and that is a word that deceives me, the difference between the want and the need. Where are you? Deception. Where are you? dead mass of wonder. Is this reality when all you can do is sin, meet where sin is not, and I can’t deny you. I say “I am not alone, we are not alone, we are not one in this strange madness” where has it all gone when we meet this sad state. You mistreat me with words and I am sainted in martyrdom. I hang my truth and madness on a cross and nail it to my heart. I see you there in the deep crimson sadness, and you drip truth, you drip it like humidity hanging on a window pane. I hear the drops tapping into my sorrow, and there is danger in this, there is danger in your truth because I don’t live there, I live inside a mind that is fraught with madness and you can’t live there. Please pull me out, bring your hand through the darkness and lead me out, or let me drag you with me. I want truth, ancient truth, un-explainable truth of which there can not be. Where have you gone? Please answer me through the darkness, out stretch the pain, see through it. Use your night eyes to bring me past this, please use your gray to see me past this black, for in darkness those are the only shades I see. Use your shades to bring me out into the dawn. I want dawn… but there in lies the trouble between dark and light, and the shades only blind me, so blind me now and let me never wake from this long and serene dream. For if I dream let it be where dreamers lie,and liars only know the truth.


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The Photography of Peter Kemp

Loving the work of Peter Kemp today. I always enjoy taking photos that tell a story, I think a good image should say more than just “look at this beautiful person” it should capture your imagination. Would love to work him someday. In the meantime check out his work here: http://www.peterkemp.nl/gallery/

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New Fall Photos from Spy Glass Photography

Cherry Martini - seriesMid century Modern Cherry Martini


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Programmed

Programmed

“Programmed” new art for sale by Ms Cherry Martini. Code is Poetry


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WE CAN’T STOP HERE

WE CAN'T STOP HERE

WE CAN’T STOP HERE- Hunter S. Thompson by Cherry Martini


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The Cubist Collages

Cubist Collage by Cherry Martini

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The Cubist Collages

Meek Inheritance and Come In


Cherry Martini at Vasquez Rocks

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model artist writer cherry martini

Cherry Martini Model at Vasquez Rocks


Cherry Martini Artwork for Sale

 

 

 

Cherry Martini now has her art up for auction online her works Spark and Smoke and Ruin are currently listed:

http://www.ebay.com/itm/251269775557?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649

 

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Autocult Magazine Features Cherry Martini in 2013 Calendar

Gearhead’s wait no more your 2013 Calendar is here. The Cover features Cherry Martini seated in Keith Weesner’s custom 1950 Ford Shoebox. If the world doesn’t end in 2012 you just might get to enjoy all the ladies featured here.

For more check out:

http://autoculture.org

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Cherry Martini in Vogue Italia

Cherry Martini teams with Los Angeles based, IT Vogue photographer Tatiana Gerusova (www.tatianagerusova.com) for a shoot in the suburbs outside Los Angeles.

Make up artist Bebe Gene. Couture Papusza : www.papuszacouture.com

Like the car? It’s Cherry Martini’s 1969 Karmann Ghia:


Sanctuary

Sanctuary
Cherry Martini 5/11/12

Each night I come home, I ring the bell, and I scream out the word “SANCTUARY” I cry and shout and hope to make it true. I yearn for the softness and the silence, I yearn for something to be true about it, I yearn for truth in one word. One sad word that god only provides for safe houses, and mine is not one. The door may be locked but it will open if you forcefully desire it to do so, if your will is so strong and your mind is weak you’ll find yourself bearing false witness here. What you seek you’ll never find behind that door. I am floating, a magnetic charge attracted to the negative force that wills me near with each failing hour. “I am” are far too dangerous of words for me. “I will” are dreams for all who fail in trying, fail in doing, and fail in succeeding. A thought is knocking, waiting patiently for me to answer, but I deny it, it is the truth, and I will let it wait in the cold, it is honest and will not try to force its way through my door, it will not reach beyond my mind and escape my lips, not here, not now… if ever. I am driven to desire by madness. I am driven by pain to forcefully pursue it in the night. I stare blankly at my door, I drag my knuckles across the wood, and whisper hopefully and forever more “Sanctuary…sanctuary” Is there such a thing as peace?


A Dream -Cherry Martini Entry 8/20/2012

A Dream -Cherry Martini Entry 8/20/2012
Forgive this, forgive this truth in epic fear, transition in truth in sun dance peace. Where are you now sweet twisted truth. I am bitter in sadness. All I want is truth just give me some, give me this one peice of bread, our daily bread, where are you my jesus my savior or have you lost me in all this. I want and that is a word that decieves me, the difference between the want and the need. Where are you? Deception. Where are you? dead mass of wonder. Is this reality when all you can do is sin, meet where sin is not, and I can’t deny you. I say “I am not alone, we are not alone, we are not one in this strange madness” where has it all gone when we meet this sad state. You mistreat me with words and I am sainted in martyrdom. I hang my truth and madness on a cross and nail it to my heart. I see you there in the deep crimson sadness, and you drip truth, you drip it like humidity hanging on a window pane. I hear the drops tapping into my sorrow, and there is danger in this, there is danger in your truth because I dont live there, I live inside a mind that is frought with madness and you can’t live there. Please pull me out, bring your hand through the darkness and lead me out, or let me drag you with me. I want truth, ancient truth, unexplainable truth of which there can not be. Where have you gone? Please answer me through the darkness, out stretch the pain, see through it. Use your night eyes to bring me past this, please use your gray to see me past this black, for in darkness those are the only shades I see. Use your shades to bring me out into the dawn. I want dawn… but there in lies the trouble between dark and light, and the shades only blind me, so blind me now and let me never wake from this long and serene dream. For if I dream let it be where dreamers lie,and liars only know the truth.


Adam Padilla turns Cherry Martini even more retro

Adam Padilla’s style of 1930’s artwork is unmistakably cool, here is his version of Cherry Martini:
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Travis Haight 2012 photoshoot Cherry Martini

Photographer Travis Haight 2012

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Super Villian Victories and Loses

You better not fade into the dark. You better not put your hand in the fire and let it burn because the smoke is noxious.

You better live. You better know what it means.

He asks “Are you leaving?”

I should stay.

Those words echo in my mind, suddenly I’m in the doorway, I look into his eyes, and he stands there stoney faced and fading quickly, and asks “Where are you going?… Will you be coming back?”

And in my head I speak to myself and say “I’ve been running from something, all these years, and it’s not you.. it’s me I’m running away from, it is all the hope I have of staying with you, it is the future I’m running from, but you know all I want is to stay here with you…forever and ever, but I’m so afraid…so afraid”

I left that night. I stared into his hopeful eyes, said nothing, turned around, started up my ghia and disappeared into the night. I think I broke his heart that night. I think I heard it shatter across the floor as I closed that door.

I didn’t leave last night, I didn’t leave. I stayed and I curled back up and into his arms last night. I let the truth roll out and the tears stream down, and took a breath… I took a breath…

Everything is a vivid memory, tainted with the smoke of time. Like the smell of silk holding cigarette smoke after being up all night.

It’s hard to be the villain, but if someone has to do it I guess I am best suited for the role. I don’t own a cape, but I have many masks, and every villain needs a mask.

I’ve got the secret hide out too, so I guess this is the role I was born to play.

Everyone hates the selfish beast anyway, everyone hates to hear the hurt, everyone hates to be ignored.

So go on, and tell it all, tell it all the way you’ve heard it from a friend of a friend. How I never really loved, go on and call me a liar and a cheater and a whore.

I’ll lend you a mask in the morning and we can all just pretend together, first you find your white horse. You can be the lone ranger and I can be your sore.

All I can say is that I’m not going to take it all, anymore…

I have twisted myself into circles, and have come back again. Around and around in my mind and the infinite loop is exploding. I am imploding and the chemicals just don’t mix like they use to anymore.

I still can’t sleep, I still can’t eat, but I can hope, and that’s good enough for me…

“Hope is the thing with feathers. That perches in the soul, And sings the tune–without the words, And never stops at all” -Emily Dickinson.


Paper Notes

Paper Notes
Cherry Martini 5/22/2012

I’m writing you this story on the back of folded paper notes. Notes that came from childhood oragami scraps, tree pulp hearts and squinted swans thick with graphite. These words fall off the page from torn edges making every sentence an abbreviation of what my minds’ eye see’s. I want it to be better, I want to hold onto the things I’ve lost and am loosing everyday as I watch time slip away. I feel it all like a lump in my throat sometimes the ailment and lament of a time that slid silently through my fingers and was gone before I knew it. Everyday is slowly slipping into a memory and I can’t catch each one as carefully as I’d like. “I miss you,” I write, “I love you”, I draw the “U” into a smiley face and realize that I’m writing it to a man that is long long gone by the hands of God and taken up by the wind. I’m writing to myself, I’m jotting down letters to no one. I am desperately trying to find peace again, I am desperately trying to move myself back in time while being hurled forward into a predestined destitute uncertainty. We all stand together and alone, holding hands and shoving, pushing small daggers through the heart wondering when was the last time I’ve been there, when will it all happen again, who can I trust? When will this all stop and begin again? I’m waiting to wake up, and it’s not easy when your mind is fast asleep and you heart is tender.

So I fold this note again, tuck it deep behind a mirrored window that see’s the fold across the vastness as I stand between it and the rest of my days.


No Rest for the Wicked Photoshoot:

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Terry Richardson Photoshoot commentary

Posted from Tumblr: “In 2009 I did a photoshoot with the infamous Terry Richardson at the Chateau Marmount in Hollywood. This was by far the tamest photo of the shoot. I am always left wondering how amazing is Terry Richardson really? Most of the photos that where shot that day where taken by his assistant, because (if you notice) in many of his other shoots he’s actually in the photos. So where do we find a line between fame and talent. Can anyone become famous at anything with the right spin? Does it all depend on where we came from? Who we know? In my opinion I enjoy Terry’s work, it’s why when he pulled me to shoot with him I was ecstatic, but looking back now, is Terry’s art more about his photography or his ideas? Does it matter?”


Morning

Morning
Cherry Martini
4/19/12

I don’t want to sip time slowly, I want to drink it down and swallow it with maniac spit and soul. I want to devour kindness and replace it with a turning hold, like carousel seatbelt love. I want to ride my white horse down to the river and drown it sometimes, for the simple act of being inhumane. I want to shock my spirit into raw existence. I want to tenderly meet you in the middle and hold your hand like I hold my breathe when I experience something beautiful.

Laugh or cry, its all the same to me, it’s an explosion created from a feeling that I have no control over.

I can hear my heart beating… everyday it jumps wildly from my chest and spills out my mouth, or through my hands and I heave dry words, that the masses obtain and make their own. My mind gets me in trouble, its writing checks right now that my ass has no interest in cashing.

I place my middle finger over my mouth in an effort to quiet myself but become consumed with the gesture and speak more on it’s crudeness than it’s thought.

Some mornings I break the birdsong out my window with screaming, I interrupt the beauty and I try to bring the day to a hault before it can begin, but it continues anyway. Keep turning great blue ball, keep hurling yourself through the infinite universe… well played my friend, well played.

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New Artwork for Sale

New Artwork now on sale at www.mscherrymartini.com
email for purchase mscherrymartini@gmail.com

Here’s a look at the latest art:

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Rough cut sneak peek from upcoming project – Strange Fruit

Spoken word poetry comes together with ecclectic jazz as Clay Buertin  and Cherry Martini team up for a new project:

First rough cut sneak peek here from  Strange Fruit:


Find Cherry Martini on Tumblr

New Posts daily here:

http://mscherrymartini.tumblr.com/