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Minimalistic Apartment
A haiku from the article: ‘The Unspeakable,’ by Meghan Daum
Dear first love, I still dream of you.
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Picked up a paint brush today. Finally.
And with this I sleep...
Iron lace and six sacrifices never equal success. They do, however; render useful when courting the heart of a young princess.
Castle in the sky
On her side a gentle being dreams sweetly of her castle. The soft moans and broken tones lets you know just what she's after.
True Life.
Every day. This.
On a crisp fall day a sunburn makes itself unavoidably evident.
Ramblings on the way to the orchard
Pink coats and coated lips did not phase the young man. For he saw past the wilting rose to the core and all through the stem.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
A quick review from me to you. A first time viewer.
A timely viewing at this period in my life. Who will we cry over and who will we forget? Do we have a choice? If we could, would we take? Now you say never, but never is near.
Red hair, blue hair, brown hair, pink lips. Some things change because everything else must stay the same. Life is ultimately boring, well, because life is a cycle of repeating process. The only chance at freedom from the droning wheel is surrounding ourselves with other boring lives. Because. Combustion.
Forget-me-nots are purple. Or are they blue? Who can really remember.
Take me to the ocean where waves can rush over.
Brooklyn Brainery
Today I ventured into a world of light and dark. Shadows and light. Chiaroscuro if you will.
I picked up a piece of charcoal for the first time in about six years. SIX YEARS! It's crazy to me that I've left that smudgy little block still for so long.
I took the class through Brooklyn Brainery, for those who haven't heard of it it's a great community that teaches art, culinary, jewelry, etc. type classes for cheap. This class was under $30, included all materials, and was a 2.5 hour session of only 10 people. It was a casual and loose setting so I wasn't afraid to be messy.
Essentially we just tried to imitate the shadowing of a different Michelangelo sketches. The first set of sketches we did in 1 minutes, then 2 minutes, then 5, and finally an hour (really more like 45). The hour was probably the most difficult because you held yourself to a higher standard and yet the time still went so quickly.
It was also great to wander the Park Slope/North Flatbush area. So beautiful and way cleaner than Bushwick!
One of the best pieces of advice I've ever received. Thanks to Jeremeyville for the Public Service Announcement of encouragement.
It's near impossible to walk out of Anthropologie empty handed. New calendar, rose soap, and ring dish.
Slow dancing in a burning room.
Felt like my home needed some fresh air—especially with this heat wave. Added a few touches of my own.
Did some doodling this weekend. Something about crispy black ink draws me in. Also, how amazing is that Starbucks coffee info card?