Megan Amey's Illustrations: Some Inspiration

I’m not feeling myself at the moment. So I’ve been on the search for some inspiration;

-Astrid Kerchherr and Stuart Sutcliffe.

“We never even kissed or looked into each other’s eyes. Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears, filled them with the private music of wicked words, hers in many languages, mine in the off color of my only tongue, until as our tones shifted, and our consonants spun and squealed, rattled faster, hesitated, raced harder, syllables soon melting with groans, or moans finding purchase in new words, or old words, or made-up words, until we gathered up our heat and refused to release it, enjoying too much the dark language we had suddenly stumbled upon, craved to, carved to, not a communication really but a channelling of our rumoured desires, hers for all I know gone to Black Forests and wolves, mine banging back to a familiar form, that great revenant mystery I still could only hear the shape of, which in spite of our separate lusts and individual cries still continued to drive us deeper into stranger tones, our mutual desire to keep gripping the burn fuelled by sound.”

- Mark Z. Danielewski

- LIFE Photographer Ralph Morse on one of his favourite photographs:

“I was handed an assignment to cover mononucleosis, ‘the kissing disease.’ It was a scary illness back then — everyone who got it thought they had leukaemia. So, I try and capture this kissing disease in photos — by taking pictures of two teenagers drinking a soda from two straws, or eating ice cream from the same bowl, and none of these really do the trick. That afternoon I’m walking on Broadway, wondering how I can illustrate this story, and I pass a camera store with a trick lens in the window, a little device that makes a lot of little scenes with one shot. Three dollars! I buy it, get back to the studio and call the office, saying I need a male and female reporter for ten minutes. They arrive, I ask them to kiss, and this little piece of glass does all the rest.”