thursday is selflessness

stay out of trouble, stay in touch
try not to think about me to much

wacom + artrage + photoshop
~2 hours

 
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sunday is memories

My first memory after being born is going with my mom to the kindergarten. I was very little, I’ve been told I was barely 3 years old, it was very early in the morning, and my mother had to go to work. She tried to leave me at the kindergarten, with no success whatsoever. I was crying my lungs out, standing on one side of the exit door, my mom on the other side. I remember I finally calmed down for a while, and met Vali, a strange little girl, who was warming herself by a little fireplace/stove. Then everything is blurred out. I’ve been told I was crying all the time, so I had to be moved in the same group my brother was in, even though he was 4 years older. He took care of me.

What is your first memory?

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~2 hours
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saturday is bleak

saturday is bleak
and cold
said a shivering sparrow

artrage + wacom + photoshop
~5 hours
a huge “thank you” towards a wonderful and beautiful lady, =MarinaCoric , who granted me permission to use one of her photos as a reference image. You can find the original picture here: [link]
Thanks, Marina!

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thursday is a rabbit heart

and this
this is a rabbit hearted girl

 
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thursday is a darker side of autumn

thursday is a darker side of autumn
this is my entry for #Trees-With-character‘s contest : [link]

 

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

[e.e. cummings]

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friday is not mine

there you go. this friday’s drawing.

with over 4 hours of crosshatchin, i’ve given Ethel [my wacom tablet] a hard time… also, my right hand fingers are clenched, so i’m writing with one finger only 😀

friday is not mine
it belongs to
the birds who just flew from
this tree

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