Detail

Detail

When things feel too much, narrow the universe down into tiny pinpricks of light. Maybe you love someone, maybe someone out there loves you. Hold onto that light with everything you have, and realise this pain is life - testing you, redefining you.

When things feel too much, narrow the universe down into tiny pinpricks of light. Maybe you love someone, maybe someone out there loves you. Hold onto that light with everything you have, and realise this pain is life - testing you, redefining you.

Loosing it with the painting - which is being a complete douchebag to me for no reason so lets forget it exists and here’s the start of another drawing. Functional artistry. Good good.

Loosing it with the painting - which is being a complete douchebag to me for no reason so lets forget it exists and here’s the start of another drawing. Functional artistry. Good good.

Incredibly slow progress…

Incredibly slow progress…

Lucky 500th: ‘Dolor Anatomica’ Xx

Lucky 500th: ‘Dolor Anatomica’ Xx

To see a flower half-buried in leaves 
Is to come face to face with what you are.

-  Han Shan, circa 630 CE 

To see a flower half-buried in leaves
Is to come face to face with what you are.

-  Han Shan, circa 630 CE 

New drawing taking shape.

New drawing taking shape.

More of goth Antoinette. In other news best quote: “I needed cunt and wine to seal my ruin” - Tyrion Lannister.

More of goth Antoinette. In other news best quote: “I needed cunt and wine to seal my ruin” - Tyrion Lannister.

More of Lilly…

More of Lilly…

A scribble called ‘Lilly’

A scribble called ‘Lilly’

xanimo:

DARK MATTER //
We are the wrinkled creases of your bedsheets, the daisy perfume on your pillow. We are the strum of chords on your guitar and the murmur of a lyric; embryonic and unformed. We are the lost earring swept underneath your mattress; the silence of your phone. We are the feeling of space, both vast and suffocating. We hover in your armchair, lean against the pantry doors, We gaze from cobwebbed cornices and sweep down corridors. We are the elongated afternoon shadows on your lawn; the loneliness, absoluteness and terror locked in the deep crevices of your subconscious.
 We are everything and nothing, I am dark matter; a love unformed.

I wrote this a while back. I never realized how the pain of each word would reverberate through me as it does today.

xanimo:

DARK MATTER //

We are the wrinkled creases of your bedsheets, the daisy perfume on your pillow. We are the strum of chords on your guitar and the murmur of a lyric; embryonic and unformed. We are the lost earring swept underneath your mattress; the silence of your phone. We are the feeling of space, both vast and suffocating. We hover in your armchair, lean against the pantry doors, We gaze from cobwebbed cornices and sweep down corridors. We are the elongated afternoon shadows on your lawn; the loneliness, absoluteness and terror locked in the deep crevices of your subconscious.
We are everything and nothing, I am dark matter; a love unformed.

I wrote this a while back. I never realized how the pain of each word would reverberate through me as it does today.

@Abbotsford Market today till 2pm - half price arts!! :)

@Abbotsford Market today till 2pm - half price arts!! :)

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