To read or finish in no particular order: Inheritance Circle: Eldest, Brisingr, Inheritance Lord of The Rings (finish) The Hobbit Game of Thrones (finish) Artemis Fowl Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy Enders Game 1984 (finish) Name of the Wind The Sandman The Mists of Avalon Rangers Apprentice Inkheart Leviathan Wakes Faery Rebels I’d like to
I keep feeling like writing but get distracted by changing my theme. I’m happy with this one, it looks nice, it’s fluid, and works on my iphone. Although the background is less flowly in landscape, but I added a color so it doesn’t look bad. Best in portrait though.
This is the progression – from concept to finish (with a blurry note in between) of my latest painting. It’s 6×6 Acrylic on a gallery wrapped canvas. It’s a weird image, two things that don’t really go together, but this is how I’ve pictured myself for most of my life – a rose hidden inside
I have a secret language that I speak inside my head. When I’m feeling brave, I write this way. It’s my own kind of prose, words have a rhythm and sentences flow. Phrases turn and swirl into what I like to call my butterfly language. When I’m honest and I write like this, I feel like it
I’ve been sick with a cold-like-thing for almost two weeks, the symptoms themselves aren’t horrid, it’s just that I have no energy and end up completely exhausted after doing one thing that involves moving around. Last week I had a physical and a pap smear which was exciting. Good news is: my BMI is good
I’ve been sick since last Friday with a cold. I’ve quarantined myself from most of the people I would usually hang out with in order to spare any exposure. I’ve been trying to rest, emphasis on trying. Meanwhile, I’ve been itching to paint but have had no energy to. The drive to put something on