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So the life won't sting so much, we soothe ourselves in advance with death - and at the drop of the hat we say: " Even if I die, what do I care!" - Abram Tertz, Thoughts Unaware. #abramTertz #dailydrawing

"A person's life is like a business trip : It is short and important." - Abram Tertz, Thoughts Unaware. #abramTertz #dailydrawing

Hey, stop trembling! Cheer up! Forward! March! - Abram Tertz, Thoughts unaware. I am reading through the book and free associating the quotes.

First day back after a vacation.

shhhhhhhhhhh... i am hiding.

Stork on Sunday

see you later!

It's a sighing kind of day today. Not bad. Not good. Just... #dailydrawing #stork

Random doodle

Can't sleep.

tooo tooooooo hot.. #dailydrawing

My to do lists are out of control. #dailydrawing

THE SMALLER YOU ARE THE BIGGER CHRISTMAS IS. Underneath the Christmas tree Christmas is vast, it is a green jungle with red apples and sad, peaceful angels twirling around on cotton thread keeping watch over the entrance to the primaeval forest. In the glass balls the primaeval forest is never-ending; Christmas is a time when you feel absolutely safe, thanks to the Christmas tree. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

I started by thinking up the most awful things I could, which wasn't particularly difficult. When I had made things as awful as possible I took a run and bounced off the floor and flew away from everything, leaving it all behind me in a deep well. Down there the whole town was burning. Down there Poppolino was padding around in the studio in the dark screaming with loneli-ness. Down there sat the crow saying: it was your fault that I died. And the Unmentionable Thing crawled under the mat. But I just went on flying. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

Then everything started shrinking. Every piece of furniture became elongated and narrow and disappeared towards the ceiling. There was something crawling under the rag rugs in the hall. It was also narrow and thin and wriggled in the middle, sometimes very quickly and sometimes very slowly. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

"A dark man went on shovelling outside the door and all of a sudden I started to cry and I screamed: I'll bite him! I'll go outside and bite him! I shouldn't do that, Mummy said. He wouldn't under-stand. She screwed the top on to the bottle of Indian ink and said: what about going home? Yes, I said. So we went home." - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

Getting older isn't easy. Actually, it's pretty annoying. #dailydrawing

Dance dance dance

In fact, she [Mummy] said after a while, we have gone into hibernation. Nobody can get in any longer and no one can get out! I looked carefully at her and understood that we were saved. At last we were absolutely safe and protected. This menacing snow had hidden us inside in the warm for ever and we didn't have to worry a bit about what went on there outside. I was filled with enormous relief, and I shouted, I love you I LOVE YOU, and took all the cushions and threw them at her and laughed and shouted and Mummy threw them all back and in the end we were lying on the floor just laughing. Then we began our underground life. We walked around in our nighties and did nothing. Mummy didn't draw. We were bears with pine needles in our stomachs and anyone who dared come near our winter lair was torn to pieces. We were lavish with the wood, and threw log after log on to the fire until it roared. Sometimes we growled. We let the dangerous world outside look after itself, it had died, it had fallen out into space. Only Mummy and I were left. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

I kept my eyes on it the whole time. Now it was moving so slowly that you couldn't really see whether it was coming towards you or not. Occasionally its shape changed just slightly and its black tummy swept over the concrete floor. I could hardly breathe. I knew that I ought to run away and hide bur I just couldn't. Now it moved diagonally again towards the wall and wasn't to be seen any longer. It was in the pile of junk behind the modelling stand, it was somewhere behind the sacks of plaster and might appear again just anywhere. It was getting dark in the studio. I knew that it was me who had let the creature out and I couldn't capture it and lock it up again. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson