Winter strikes Stoke Newington and the scarves come out along Church Street. Pops of colour and man's best friend help get us through the most trying of seasons
@siennylovesdrawing 's #handrawn #lettering ~ #Believe ~ specially #doodled for the #SexualAssaultAwarenessMonth (#SAAM) of #April 2019. Believe is a valuable support for the victims/ survivors to be brave & strong to speak up for themselves
#Pens : #ArtlineDecorite @artlinemy
#Colours : Metalic Green (Yeah!! She loves this closer colour effect to #Teal ~ Yes, the official colour of SAAM)
Be a supportive active listener to focusing on a victim's sharing, not thinking ahead on how to respond, not to worry about giving advice, just purely let the victims know that they are being heard
#believesurvivors very important, definitely the assault happened was not at all the victim's fault. She believes that every survivor deserves a safe place to receive support & help. "Yes, I believe you, you are not alone, I am here for you & you will get through this for sure"
#IAsk #30DaysofSAAM #girlpowercampaign #artlinemy #typography #letteringart #art #instadaily #instaart #insta #artwork #artistic #positivevibes #design #artist #artistsoninstagram #artwork #siennylovesdrawing #healthy
Everyone thinks that they love will have a happy ending, but those are the lucky ones. What about those who have their heart played just to get the pleasure fulfilled. What happens to those who kept promises but never fulfilled them, just forgot them like they meant nothing, no memories of them were made, it had nothing to do with them. This picture that I developed at this stage of a person's life shows that they don't ask for nothing beside a happy ending, sitting together and enjoying each other's company. What was the need of stealing someone's heart, use them for your own desires and then just throw it away? What did they get at the end? It was easy for them to make promises, gaining their trust, building hopes but harder for them to prove it. Day by day the pain kills them inside but to the world they are nothing more but alive and energetic, but who knows what’s happening from the inside, when they are just trying to live each day until death comes. At this moment of time no one can heal the cuts, them deceitful memories by the one who once said they will never hurt you or leave you. But I guess one day everyone does leave you, maybe today or tomorrow. She was told to forget him because he was nothing beside a memory. He wasn’t worth it. He walked away from her, but maybe she was too caught in his memories.
I get to marry by best friend, Lindsey tomorrow. I spent a year and a half writing and drawing my very first comic book. It was about our life together and how I proposed to her. This strip is an excerpt from that comic.
I woke up at 5am(ish) last Sunday and not settling back to rest, I switched my radio on and hoped for the best. Next thing I know I’m half awake listening to one of Yo La Tengo’s more drone oriented songs. The track itself was 8 minutes long but felt longer… of course, this gave me ideas. What do you expect?
Lino cut print over pastel. The story goes: The bird fell in love with the whale the first time she saw him break through the ocean’s surface, sunlight dancing on his back. From high above, she sang to him, and deep below, he answered with a song as old as the tides.
She longed to dive, to join him in the rolling blue. He wished to rise, to fly beside her in the endless sky. But air and water would not trade places.
So each day, at dawn and dusk, they met at the edge of their worlds—she on the wind, he in the waves—singing a love song carried by the breeze and the tide, never together but never apart.
A wonderful reflective poem from Wendell Berry entitled "How to be a poet" is a fantastic foundation for an art curriculum. The last of three stanzas reads as follows:
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
