You read this so beautifully 🌸🖤🌸 I can’t count my replays of enjoying your speak🌟...
Two paintings collected held my fears more true; it’s not what my red dot intended. Beautiful, they were, yet found a less charged tomb. I stared into an ending of reflection. Detachment is absent in investment of art; the two were my “stiff drink.” Method released, I have an overwhelming task for green grass less irritating to my feet. - A dear Mayan glory bleeder, fairies of the sexes, wolves of protection, and molts of souls: I keep for the light and dark of me. As I stand in a place once again, asking me to do differently, like it’s day 7,000 and I’m looking for something unseen. - Through all, I feel good about letting go of the art I never would have painted. - Friday cheers! 🌸✨🥰✨🌸
Letting go of art is tough. Funny you mention this now, because I'm composing a post right now (to be published sometime later today) about a novella I wrote and lost in a laptop crash (one of many stories lost). No backup. For years I considered re-writing it, but the moment has sadly passed. I just don't feel as passionate about the project as I once had. It's still a wild and fun story, so I suppose it will live on in the form of the post I'm working on. That may be a decent enough way to memorialize the idea of the project. Good luck with your own works! I would love to see more of your paintings. You have a wonderful talent.
Wonderful. 🌞 I’ll have eyes on it once I satisfy dog day. 🐶🧚🏽♀️🐶 Possibly, a slice of story may graft a different flower. I found this true for canvases partially sketched and stored for a year or more, so glad I didn’t finish the thought then. - I might post some pages on past art photographed, though I’ve packed much of my studio over a year ago, shedding before a new place. Time feels frozen -still here. 😶 Much has changed, down to color science, and throwing past work forward feels awkward. I don’t know why. - Your poems are beautiful, and they weren’t written yesterday. Although mind for my own crashes, even while listening to the same Paulo Nutini album for the countless time today; that was from 2009! - Have a beautiful Saturday 🌸 I know there’s awesomeness waiting in my inbox ✨🧚🏽♀️✨ cheers! And, thank you. 💖
You're absolutely right. I've done this before several times in the past—pause on a story and come back to finish it much later. It always seems to work out for the better. 🙌
Last night I dug through my journal again and pulled up a snippet inspiring a drama, maybe stageplay or screen. On today’s dog walk, I’ ve assigned seven characters. It could not have possibly been the same idea until today, without the series of things I’ve seen and conversations I’ve had between a dream. Now styling my hair, I’ve decided the audience message. I see a day of café writing where Italians play in San Francisco. Some of us even think with our hands in motion. ✨🧚♀️✨☕️✨🧘🏼♀️✨
You read this so beautifully 🌸🖤🌸 I can’t count my replays of enjoying your speak🌟...
Two paintings collected held my fears more true; it’s not what my red dot intended. Beautiful, they were, yet found a less charged tomb. I stared into an ending of reflection. Detachment is absent in investment of art; the two were my “stiff drink.” Method released, I have an overwhelming task for green grass less irritating to my feet. - A dear Mayan glory bleeder, fairies of the sexes, wolves of protection, and molts of souls: I keep for the light and dark of me. As I stand in a place once again, asking me to do differently, like it’s day 7,000 and I’m looking for something unseen. - Through all, I feel good about letting go of the art I never would have painted. - Friday cheers! 🌸✨🥰✨🌸
Letting go of art is tough. Funny you mention this now, because I'm composing a post right now (to be published sometime later today) about a novella I wrote and lost in a laptop crash (one of many stories lost). No backup. For years I considered re-writing it, but the moment has sadly passed. I just don't feel as passionate about the project as I once had. It's still a wild and fun story, so I suppose it will live on in the form of the post I'm working on. That may be a decent enough way to memorialize the idea of the project. Good luck with your own works! I would love to see more of your paintings. You have a wonderful talent.
Wonderful. 🌞 I’ll have eyes on it once I satisfy dog day. 🐶🧚🏽♀️🐶 Possibly, a slice of story may graft a different flower. I found this true for canvases partially sketched and stored for a year or more, so glad I didn’t finish the thought then. - I might post some pages on past art photographed, though I’ve packed much of my studio over a year ago, shedding before a new place. Time feels frozen -still here. 😶 Much has changed, down to color science, and throwing past work forward feels awkward. I don’t know why. - Your poems are beautiful, and they weren’t written yesterday. Although mind for my own crashes, even while listening to the same Paulo Nutini album for the countless time today; that was from 2009! - Have a beautiful Saturday 🌸 I know there’s awesomeness waiting in my inbox ✨🧚🏽♀️✨ cheers! And, thank you. 💖
You're absolutely right. I've done this before several times in the past—pause on a story and come back to finish it much later. It always seems to work out for the better. 🙌
Last night I dug through my journal again and pulled up a snippet inspiring a drama, maybe stageplay or screen. On today’s dog walk, I’ ve assigned seven characters. It could not have possibly been the same idea until today, without the series of things I’ve seen and conversations I’ve had between a dream. Now styling my hair, I’ve decided the audience message. I see a day of café writing where Italians play in San Francisco. Some of us even think with our hands in motion. ✨🧚♀️✨☕️✨🧘🏼♀️✨
*shhhh! I'm sleeping just fine these days. I wrote this one in my early twenties. ;)*
Well, that's no good. Hopefully whatever's been ailing you is settled now. Beware the butcher of dreams.