Kira A

Kira A ― Illustration & Poetry. Ask is always open.

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Cast Iron Boy

(I look at you, I see My mother; I look at her, I see You)

You are hairy And h e a v y Obscure She is The sun Thin air Light-blue eyes She’s the Nothing (All-things-devouring).

Who are you? And What are you doing Right now How are you, and Was it really necessary? At least, answer this: Was-it-worth-it?

Please tell me how How did it go? One day eating The next which ate the next Which ate the nest Inside my rib cage Until one egg Cracked The rest followed and All the babies died All . . .the . . . . .babies . . . . . . . . . . died . . . . .babies . . .our All

But you know nothing of this. It’s not your business, sir. You turned me Into Nothing You didn’t even Notice: busy as you were In the act of turning around.

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Tea Parties matter

So she’s locked inside her Fairy-cottage-shaped holy grail Stuck in the backbone of her telescopic head Busy building structures while talking with teddy bears About what time is best to have a tea party And will the cookies be soft enough? Warm enough? Crunchy enough? No divine creature can reach her No friend, no enemy, none is invited: After all, a girl can still retain some Degree of free will and this is Precisely what she wants: To be left alone.

Alone, to be left To be the left hand writing This poem under the midnight sky Of a Saturday in which the witches whisper All over the roof on top of her head And all the thoughts Born in the afternoon Fell ill and collapsed To the ground Am I still here? Weren’t we discussing cookies? Who are you and What do you want with me?

(I’m your teddy bear, my name is Orso)

So she’s locked inside a midnight sky Stuck in the middle of some sort of fairy tale cottage Busy building a backbone to lead her back home Talking with Orso about the masterplan and Of course, the Chocolate Chip Cookies.

Now you might want to tell her that everything is fine And how she’s going to be alright soon but We all know it would be Just a beautiful lie. Instead, you may send her a song.

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“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable””

— — Banksy

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Goodnight ❤ / buonanotte ☽ #nofilter #wundermarketmilano http://ift.tt/2m9cy9b

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Ieri poesia, oggi collage / yesterday poetry, today collage! #workshop #samebutdifferent #carnival #spooky http://ift.tt/2lu1xly

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♥ #handmade #bunny #rabbit #plushie #sock http://ift.tt/2lOpUtY

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° Y:2011° #doodle #sketch #scribblertoo #illustration #art #drawing #drawings http://ift.tt/2kshH9M

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Dear reader

Hello my reader, I'm talking to you. How's your life going? And where have you been? My dear reader, You know what?  I miss you. I remember the time you sent me an email: You said you had read all of my writings, I had posted more than eighty-four poems, I thought you had to be out of your mind. I remember, you explained me a poem of mine And I argued that it wasn't the meaning I intended, You argued that art never belongs to its creator. You said: "The moment the piece is finished, exposed Everyone has a right to see what they see." You made me think of art as a mirror. It was my first lesson and for that I say: thank you. My dearest,  You said that my writing wasn't for all. Because it had limbs, because they could hurt.   It wouldn't hurt you, my reader And that's why I miss you. You made sense of my words, You could  See me through. My poetry had keys But yours were the locks And the doors, and the wardrobes. My reader, please find me. I'm nothing without you. 

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One of a few doodles done months ago... http://ift.tt/2lwlsQu

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This is my desk at my part-time job. From left to right: wallet, Kindle (an amazing present by a close friend *-*), my notebook for sketches & thoughts, plus my newest obsession: my beloved planner. I wish you all a great week!

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There’s nothing to fear

And so you finally spilled it That spontaneous and sincere are synonyms At least from a psychological point of view — you Specified, My beautiful and wise beloved: Well, you are so deep. As deep as the hole your maker dug in your head, To make sure you had enough room for intellect God forbid that you had any additional misfortune, Besides — of course — being born defective.

And now this is not about us, — this argument you hold so dear — This is more about you And your knees That time, when you kissed them And I looked at you like you were Foreign — Stranger thing — And you said I couldn’t I got it now, you know? I got it, my love.

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hello there, welcome back! Did you stop doing watercolors?

Well, now and then I sketch something, last time it was about a year ago. I’m planning to post my doodles asap, maybe even today :)

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Back?

Hello everyone who still reads me. And hello to anyone passing by. It’s been a long time away from this blog, it’s been a tough phase in my life and it’s still like that.

I’m not sure how dedicated I’m going to be, but for the moment, I’m around.

I’m looking forward to see your new works, in words or images. Much love,

Kei

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great work. similar to my style in some ways but also way different. what influences it?

Literally, my life. 

Writing is my therapy. 

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Happy Christmas, or whatever it is you're having yourself =)

Thank you and... I think this was a couple of Xmas’ ago, but it’s my fault, I haven’t been here in a loooong time, haha!

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Thanks for the follow

You are welcome, I hope you are still around! :)

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You're art is very beautiful and emotive. Brava!

Thank you so much.