Anything, Everything
I love creepy, and many associate fog, or mist, with creepy. So called films, of course, but I also think of Silent Hill (I only ever played the original PS1 game as a kid, scarred me for a while). I think creepy can still be very beautiful though, in an eerie, unsettling way. Silhoettes, ominous glows where the sun should be clearly visible… figures emerging from nowhere…
A simple one today, but not ineffective. I’ve seen some flowers coming out today, and this makes me happy. I feel like flowers should be more appreciated as just… marvels. Maybe I’m just zen from from my 11 hours sleep, I don’t know.
I like flowers, okay?!
Today is the start of a four day break. Not much, and I never thought I’d appreciate a day off so much while remote working. But in a way, I appreciate it more than ever.
It is nice getting up to this, though.
Another throwback today, but I think its good to look back on the times that weren’t so samey. These days, my days consist of work, jog, binging Supernatural and a bit of washing thrown in. With a smattering of drawing and yoga, of course. But holidays, city breaks… they’re exactly that, a break from the mundane no matter what the world’s situation is.
Today, I’ve been thinking about my trip to Vienna in 2019. On this day, we went to the aquarium (that also had monkeys).
Surround yourself with pretty, living things.
I started this thing with the intention of sticking to what I can go and check out right now. But on days like today, when I’ve run on my treadmill and, maybe you just don’t feel like going out, its important to remember the things you’ve seen elsewhere. The beautiful memories you have count for everything right now, and looking back on them should serve to know that there is an out there, and you will see it again soon.
So today, I’ll be remembering a snorkeling trip to the Blue Lagoon in Cyprus in 2019. Not really a lagoon, but very blue, and very pretty none the less
I will not die for my art
Does that offend?
Does my noncommittal attitude bend
You out of shape?
Are your words richer than mine,
Is your mind more inclined
To weep at the illustrious beauty of rhyme
Am I pretentious?
You proclaim me to be
You see
A soul trying to lift herself higher,
And you sneer
At the tears in her sleepless eyes
The pain in her sighs
As she paints to realise
The dreams behind those haunted eyes
Alive and absent of sense
Condensed with colours for you to see
Me
I am the artist you seek
Words paint and a canvas of mind
Designed with no intention
to offend or praise
But you raise your voice for us all to hear
The fear plain
As your insults rain on my ears
And you proclaim that the artist must die for her art.
You cry, there is no blood in her ink.
But I think,
Art must breathe life.
If strife is your brush,
The lush green around will fail to catch your attention.
Third hike up the Wrekin this year, and my god it was bitter. But this is such a striking image, isn’t it?
Paint a Mental Picture 