And now, one of my favourite Simpson's episodes with Sendak's wild things :D
Goodnight little bugs. Tomorrow I'll look for new things to closely look at.
I wish I known when the little spiders are going to born.
Next was really tricky, because of the light.
The texture on next one is amazing, also the colour.
If I stop wondering things, would that means I'm dead ? Or my soul is ? I'm not sure.
Where does my mind leads me anyway ?
Lots of questions
Tons of imagination
I'm not sure
Je ne suis pas une animal domestique, une fabulatrice, une belle poupeé
Today I did nothing much.
I can't think about anything except... all those questions I have right now and can't answer.
We been talking about when we were kids. I remember that I never wanted to grow up, never wanted to fall in love, I wanted to be an enfant terrible, like Max , imagining things, going wild, having lots of adventures... and I grew up, fell in love, once, twice, again and again; and there are days when I can't be a child anymore, the days I can are priceless.
Today I made my entry for Baba Yaga's exchange. I still can't take Bilibin's work out off my head. I must admit I get really desperate because is pretty difficult to work with the nibs. I'm so happy Lynne gave me some, I used them here and I been using them for quite some time, well, most of the time I just stare at them, they're so lovely.
I wish I could read music. I can, but can't hear it. This pages are from my dad's moleskine. Once we went to buy some and he bought this for music. He just made two entries. I like the first one, because is so plastic. The second one is kind of crazy.
I don't know how it sounds. This make me feel so empty, empty of his presence.
I'm so bloody brilliant. Good thing is that wasn't too bad... still the camera is drowned. I wanted to take some photos, but no can do u.u
Well, I wasn't going to stay all day crying because of that so I bought a swimming suit and I dove into the pool. It felt so nice. Its been years since the last time I got into one, maybe like 10 or more (!). We ate for free - carnitas , is a traditional dish here in the state where I live made with pork -, didn't pay to be there and drank lovely iced beers, also for free, because one of my uncles broadcasted his radio show from that place so the owner invited us all. I must say this was the most fantastic mother's day ever, and I'm not a mum for celebrating myself ! :D
So, why am I whining ? Seems like my kind of sport, isn't ? :B
r o s e a u drew a dream for me and this is my dream for her.
While I was painting it this musical piece came in mind. I think that, if my dreams could have a soundtrack, there's no better musician than Phillip Glass - or could be another one -.
My sister and I have been playing "song, song". Is a fabulous easy game on which one start with a song and that song leads to another and so on, so on. Could be because of the lyrics or the melody.
I'll marry a person that can play that game, so, I'll marry my iPod. Problem solved :P
I finally finished Ophelia, yay ! I'm soooooo... hungry right now, I have to eat something before I fade :/
My dad gave me that book when I was a teen. I used to read it out loud. Is my secret weapon for the Shakehead's exchange, mmmmmuuuuahahahahahahahha (evil laugh).
Ok, I'll go to eat now :)
I am officialy b-o-r-e-d.
I can't seem to finish this drawing, is taking too damn much time. Is not that I don't like how it looks like so far, I do (well, I can't make the water looks like water, grrrrrrrrr) but I'm tired of seeing the same thing for the past days. I have to finish it anyway. I know that with each exchange I have to give the best of my work, but this has gone too far (!) I don't know if I'm desperate because of that or because is too hot in here. I have to wash my hands constantly because of the sweat, thing I don't like to do while drawing because my hand's bones hurts, from fingertips to my elbows.
Ok, I'll stop whining right this moment. Is 2 am and I need to take my med and go to Morpheo's arms.
P.S. 1 I hope I won't be dreaming about it :/
P.S. 2 I can't remember what "WIP" means. "Whining in pyjamas" ? :B
I'm affraid this will take longer than I thought.
Last night we -yes, the all me's living inside myself - had a lovely dinner with my mum, my sister Lluvia and Miguel.
If you were me, you'd be 1 m 55 cm tall - everytime I go to the doctor my hight is less, don't know why -, not hungry but seeing this :
Marcel was around too. I don't know if he was almost tasting the chicken soup on the table or Lluvia was choking him. Poor guy.
The other day while talking with my close friend I noticed how angry I am, how I always keep on making excuses on those whom hurt me and I keep blaming me for all the mess, when the whole mess is not mine, part of it yes, so why to think is all my fault as if I were some kind of idiotic masoquist when I'm not ?. There was a time when I used to trust, not so long ago. Now, when I can't do it she comes, my beautiful bird, giving me all those nice things people should give and people should receive. Her hands are full and mine are empty and still she's so kind and patient. I feel like one monster myself, rotten inside.
The drawing is about that, about me yearning to trust, to feel again, to let others fill my hands with kisses and music, images, love, but also leaving things behind and not drag them into new places.
I think that my moleskine should look messier after all this time. I started to write on it on July last year. Wow ! I haven't read all those pages, I never do. Maybe when I get older I'll do it and it would be something great to do. Is amazing how is not a big thing, I mean, I didn't write that much on it, that's why it took me almost a year. As now I write more next journal will go quicker than this one
I wish I could say I'm happy with them, but I'm half happy. There's something missing an I don't know what it is...
A friend just asked me if they're from a story. They are. True story, true characters but how I see them and not who they really are.
Years after I'm still amazed by Bilibin's works and still wishing one day I could make things like that.