Life is like a long journey. You see the final scene at the end, which is death. I have often fancied that if I had experienced so much in my life, I would be happy even to go to death.
In an ambiguous relationship, people's minds are always guessing. Pull a rose petal. Yes, he likes me. Pull another petal. Oh no, he doesn't like me. Even after tearing a bunch of flowers, the answer remains unclear.
It's an odd feeling to reexperience the old anger and frustration I thought I had overcome, but, in all reality, I've been letting it creep back in for a while now. There was a moment of fear, it's still in the back of my mind, I'm afraid to slip back into the mental place I was a couple of years back. I'd like to say I've finally realized that it's ok to be afraid, and even a bit frustrated, but it's a matter of how I handle those emotions and my own reactions that make the difference.
literally, this image is crooked! sorry!!! fixing it made it look stranger, don't ask me how.. hehe. just some still life stuff with sennelier oil pastels. fuits, weird onion case and ink and cigs, and a picture of someone with a flower in their lap
Whimsical portrait. NO REFERENCE for the face. Reference for the flower “Camellia”. Watercolor. I jave used cheap paper and cheap supplies for years. It has come to my attention that using better quality products produces better results. Well, stay tuned I’m hoping to make even better works!
