The power is out in my whole village. Even the streetlights, I could barely find my way home from the bus. It made me feel really good though, the stars and now the candles at home, maybe I’ll even manage to go to bed early.
Also, here is a photo of a recent painting, so that this post becomes less boring:
bye!
It’s easier to not finish things on the computer, because there’s no physical reminder. Just unfinished files hidden away somewhere on a harddrive. And that’s where all my attempts at digital art end up. But today I actually finished something (!!) so here you go. very simple, but still. (Though I need to figure out how to make everything look less pixelated!!)
A few journal pages at the same time, because now we come to where I didn’t put as much effort into every page. But we still have a beautiful painting by my friend Tami, and some more stories from our time in the desert.
Twenty One Pilots lyrics I'm relating to at the moment: Quickly moving towards a storm Moving forward, torn Into pieces over reasons Of what these storms are for (I don't understand why everything I adore Takes a different form when I squint my eyes Have you ever done that? When you squint your eyes And your eyelashes make it look a little not right And then with just enough light Comes from just the right side And you find you're not who you're supposed to be? This is not what you're supposed to see Please, remember me. I am supposed to be King of a kingdom or swinging on a swing Something happened to my imagination This situation's becoming dire My tree house is on fire And for some reason I smell gas on my hands This is not what I had planned This is not what I had planned.) Forest - Twenty One Pilots
Portrait of a girl called Lucy, and fingerprints from kids at the orphanage.
But here is one.
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