Sometimes I like to sit down with a book pad, a set of pencils and an eraser. I like to this as it soothes me yet I’m already calm when I start. I feel my drawings don’t explain my emotion and personality correctly, if I practised I’d be able to express...
Art is beauty. Art is life. Art is a duty. Art is a nagging wife. Art is a cluster of nothingness. Art is a blank canvas. Art is you. Art is me. Art is us. Art is we. Art is sweet. Art is foolery. Art is a cheat.
I like to this of myself as strong and a don’t give a beep attitude. In actuality I’m the opposite. I won’t speak to to people who act wrong to me or say wrong to me. I shy away and I reserve myself. Not being I’m afraid because I’m tired and unbothered....
One week from January and I feel so lost. I don’t know who I am or what I want. I have the sense of what I should do and make good sensible decisions but that won’t initially make me content. I feel stranded like I’m living in someone else’s body and...
That’s the saying isn’t it? I would have kids, a great garden for them to run around in. A part time job as a mom and a physiotherapist but not retired. I have built my own design IT company for creative minds. Living in a beautiful beach house or a sunny...
Hey everybody! The new year I don’t have any resolutions but I would like to be a better person and have more aspiring goals this year I’d say. Push myself a little more than I do. For 2 years in a row in January I quit and I give up but this year I won’t...
I don’t identify myself as anyone or anything because honestly I’m not comfortable in my own skin. As it isn’t my own skin I am to live in comfortably. I would be happier as a male, if I transformed to a male but not born a male. I feel it’s important...