original music and video by Michelle Bellerose trees like hands pull down the sun pull down the sun a hard won darkness coming on street lights signal brown and gold brown and gold a wine glass empty by the stove does anybody feel this way? does anybody feel this way? does anybody feel this way? way does anybody feel this way? eh?. + Informações

music and video by the artist, using scenes from SWING by Tony Gatlif and coverage of amazonian water lilies by David Attenborough; original motion picture owners retain their rights artist website: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com RIVERBONES © Michelle Bellerose 2011 All Rights Reserved. how did the world make such a thing as you to find me here? the man on the wing who came along to wake me from this cold dark night who keeps to himself the formulaic reason of appropriate pause and knows not the lantern burn he put around my heart how did the moon make such a thing as me to find you here? woman of wilderness and river bones you remember lying in winding the filaments of joy once known that you need letting in who knows not the already knowing in your arms what is this loom that i've become spinning garments never worn? stealing his footprints thru a golden grove running before the dawn wondering how long i can fake at being so very strong before he wakes elliptic robber in the night. + Informações

ARTIST WEBSITE: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com Demo 15 June 2008 by MB wintertime teaches a good old fundamental how everything can seem to be dead but still burst up into life once again and falling down hard is a great teacher for how to get up again carrying a burden's the only way to know how lightness feels in the end... Video image by Francesca Woodman. Original artist retains rights.. + Informações

ARTIST WEBSITE: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com i went outside when the daylight struck just to get some level-headed stuff time i spent in this border life pushing headlines and too-way-out type if my devil don't get me my angel will if my devil don't get me my angel will come on my little devil be my angel tonight the press of the street proved underwhelming tire skids in the mud of winter gleaming a story a getaway that lingers... if my devil don't get me my angel will if my devil don't get me my angel will come on my little devil be my angel tonight i went outside when the daylight struck just to get some level-headed stuff time i spent in this border life pushing headlines and too-way-out type . . . . . A riff on the need to make our vices virtues. For the sake of psychological process. This doesn't mean giving over to base impulses, but finding a constructive job for them before they get the better of you. Lyric, music, video... MichelleBELLEROSE. + Informações

an attempt to get a visual vocab going on the cheap and to develop more sense of how i can use myself as a dramatic object in film LIMIT (remix) The use of human gesture to constrain and specialize expression, SOLAR. The self-reflexive spectacle of glamour-creating and self-objectification. The use of repeating images and sequencing to create a high-relief wherein image looses its journalistic possibility and becomes the servant of mere neurotic myth-making. Antecedent references to Arbus, Woodman and Anais Nin.. + Informações

a twist on the Patsy Cline tune, Crazy, photo by Helmut Newton, original artist retains rights.. + Informações

music by Michelle Bellerose, original rap by Erik Fallat. + Informações

playing melanie and my first dinner party -01/16/10. + Informações

ThinkReferral Meeting Jan 26th (Thursday) in Yaletown - featured speaker of the day was Michelle Bellerose from SheHoops (www.shehoops.ca).. + Informações

[music and video by the artist; original owners of photographic materials retain their rights] WAVE WATER ME © Michelle Bellerose 2011 All Rights Reserved. you know you've got it won't you send it out? a thousand miles between our love decisions come and then the reason goes there's too much fear let's not let feelings show and in the aftermath of saying no the heart, it curls in an arctic cold your feet of clay and stash of golden bows your hide and seek an arid mind on show your blades of sun that dug beneath my flesh woke me up to see the fear that sows regret its too late now, a velvet garden grows the thorns are biting they skirt our jungle road they skirt our jungle rose when you wake up, that's when i go to sleep the ladder burns beneath my feet and though you care not to bear your breast to life take comfort knowing the fruit of change is ripe your card is full, that very much is clear its not for me to linger or let go any tears or let go any fears wave water me when i wake up, that's when you go to sleep a thousand feathers collect to weigh your dreams you toss and turn and shrug off every night the moon can't reach you the river has run dry our safety measures keep us fixed and firm the roots beneath us are but a silver urn but a silver yearn wave water me oh wave water me oh babe water water me. + Informações

Artist website: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com Demo 18 June 2008 by MB LIKE A BOMB The sky lit up like a bomb. I turned away to write it down, my feelings like the litter, skitting in the gutter, between the grass stalks and the crud of winter. How did it come to this? How did we loose our fix? When did it go astray? Can't we behave the right way? The trees net the sunset in woodsome extensions, the moss parts are hiding its bouncy reflections, twisting in circles, its leaves in rotation, the fingers of shadows that touch me are building a cool sweet longing.... + Informações

ARTIST WEBSITE: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com Demo 16 June 2008 by MB Standing around picking at yourself, there ain't no vibe there ain't no grace to get those saddest of shadows off your face. Slipping past good feelings on your way to full time cheating, lord. That ain't no way to treat yourself... Looking at your face and seeing flaws, reviewing every moment just to judge it all, that ain't no way to treat yourself... Twisting every circumstance in a ruthless search for bitter ends, that ain't no way to treat yourself... Thinking you don't measure up kicking yourself for extra luck that ain't no way to treat yourself... Video image of my dead bee.. + Informações

ARTIST WEBSITE: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com Lyrics altered from the Joy Division original. Images, music and artwork by Michelle Bellerose.. + Informações

ARTIST WEBSITE: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com the water's drying misty watercolour streetlights so goes the architecture of this world we're slowly giving up on. helpless as it sounds we're all alone traffic waits for no one tossed into the slipstream of every convention and meeting and court case listed in this wilderness our restless inner business. slipping on innuendo strangest of all lubricants the distance between every conviction and our forever imperfect actions. we need more kissing. Lyrics and music by Michelle Bellerose. Images from this month's Adbusters magazine. Original artists retain their rights.. + Informações

ARTIST WEBSITE: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com A cover of the Cure original.. + Informações

the redwood like the plywood arrested in the grain a bunch of stolen feathers, stolen feathers make up your loot again [chanting] horizon fires in the steel of night bewitched your perfect beauty her chicken feet bound in shoes so out of sight don't you wish you were worthy [chanting]. + Informações

Michelle Bellerose at The Fine Grind Cafe on James St. in St. Catharines. + Informações

Michelle Bellerose with Erik Fallat. + Informações

ARTIST WEBSITE: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com Lyrics altered from the Screaming Jay Hawkins original. Music and artwork by Michelle Bellerose.. + Informações

ARTIST WEBSITE: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com walking down this artery of feeling knowing well all time is fleeting thinking 'bout those faraway grooves that held us together even when the ground moved kicking back the night that obscures me fighting the brainstem that wants to refuse me holding onto the regular beating of a heart that knows how to rule the proceedings picking up the clues that await me a firebush of love in the distance to keep me casting off the weight that did linger knowing this action's the best kind of trigger Lyrics, music, video by Michelle Bellerose.. + Informações

ARTIST WEBSITE: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com in the morning there was nothing left behind to say we'd done it makes it easy to forget the places that we stepped inside to keep it humming all i know is there's this sense that something stirred this stately mess that you'd been running to keep me coming and in every crisis there was always something you gave up to say none of it leaving me to fold the bedding wipe away these stains of loving broken in a humpty dumpty in the bin with all those sheddings that you'd been holding to keep me wanting and then it seemed the skies got threatened twisted in a veil of nothing pouring out the standing patterns all the things we hadn't mentioned all the things we had inside that neither wanted to relate like we'd been crushing to keep it stunning Lyric, music, video ... Michelle BELLEROSE. + Informações

original vocal music with accompanying sitar by Dominique Girard Kaze. + Informações

Artist website: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com Demo 17 June 2008 by MB RADIANT WEATHER This is the story of how things get better, how life improves, and the storms can be weathered... There was once some footsteps in the silent earth, And I wondered who should be so brave as to accompany me, Into the heart of a winter neither fair nor foul But cold as death and fearless as the brink. The sun crackled in stealth Running over this eggshell earth, The pink and sorrel morning twisting in a radiant weather And clouds of indigo worth. Sorry but this is just not enough. Sorry but I won't take just half of stuff, Sorry but I can't play this tune forever, no. Sorry but I've to go. Video uses a photo of a gate I found near the room I had when I used to live in Montreal.. + Informações

ARTIST WEBSITE: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com when its false it leads astray when the pain won't go away the window faces west and opens up to what is best the troops did not portend inflammation was at hand the time between our moves a restlessness that bruised the eye that roves does blind a game that names, declines it leaves us in our day facing foolishness and waste serve no master avoid disaster . . . Lyric, music, video ... MichelleBELLEROSE Random internet images of pond scum. Original artists retain their rights.. + Informações

Artist website: www.michellebellerose.blogspot.com Demo 27 June 2008 From the Patsy Cline original, "Walking After Midnight." Well, sort of.. + Informações