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Vincent Van Gogh, Van Gogh’s Chair (1888), and Paul Gauguin’s Armchair (1888)
Witches going to their Sabbath (Luis Ricardo Falero - 1878)
Absolution in Death by Danny Malboeuf
Tomasz and Alicja Kowalski. Skarbiec, 2018.
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El hecho de que menciona la gente que alguien está ahi (entiendase una relacion) por la visa, me confunde y me hace pensar que entonces yo también, yo estoy ahí por la visa... Me trauma...
(Tambien afecta el hecho de ver que hay mujeres, que encuentran a un super hombre, entiendase un wey que se ve bien y que se ve que las hace felices - y derrepente ya estan casadas - y a veces hasta con hijos en camino - y obviamente con la vida de sueños en sus manos, que puto corage - por qué yo no? )
Yo no quiero estar ahí por nada. Yo solo quiero estar ahí porque quiero, porque esa persona me vuelve loca, porque me gusta, porque todo es perfecto con esa persona...y porque sinceramente - ambos queremos cosas similares y nos podemos acompañar en esta vida - POR FA?
(No pienses que vas a tener eso con Liem)
Luego pienso que no voy a encontrar nunca a nadie que sea perfecto todo con esa persona. Siempre habrá muchas cosas buenas con alguien pero nunca suplirá la cantidad de cosas maravillosas que -No diré el Mundo- pero si más de 1 o 2 personas te pueden dar...
Quizá sea tiempo de decir adiós a esa idea de cuento de hadas.
Como lo que decíamos Romina y yo esta noche. Vale mergas, por qué me voy a sentir mal de flirtear con más de un hombre, o de echarmelos a la bolsa (entiendase sexo) seguido? Por queé una mujer tiene que verse o llamarsele puta si quiere simplemente satisfacer sus gustos? su vida? su puta felicidad? Por qué estaá mal ser single y querer ser una “puta”? o por qué chingados un mujeriego es considerado bajita la mano algo digno de admirarse y ser hombreriega no? vamos, ni el termino es aceptado/usado. FUCK OFF!
Habraá mujeres que quieran estar en la cama con una persona todos los dias, pero quizà yo soy una mujer que quiero estar en la cama sola cuando quiero, acompañada de Liem cuando quiero. Acompañada
I guess...deep down inside... I’m fucking fearful ...of falling in love... wanting to be with this man forever then...SOMETHING happens and I get to loose the love of my life for the rest of my life...
Exactly like my mom went through...
Cant live like this.
I love my organs, I love your organs. Organs. Organs. Organs. Let’s take good care of ‘em.
progress of today
Finally done with my project for illustration class, a series of poster illustration for some of Wong Kar-Wai’s films. Click for better quality/size.
Chungking Express (1994)
Fallen Angels (1995)
Days of Being Wild (1990)
In the Mood for Love (2000)
I LOVE THIS
Botanical illustration for class- “Superhero” variety Iris
Watercolor and colored ink
TFW someone is more willing to correct themselves on a dogs pronouns than they are to correct themselves on yours.
Made for the “political comic” project in my illustration class!
a world of their own
It’s unbelievable what I’ve done in my life, for the sake of my dreams. And *sigh* sometimes I think my dreams are so dumb.
What I’ve put myself through. Have a job for 400 dollar pay monthly, for one year 2 months. Leaving Mexico to go to Europe and get raped. Stay in a toxic relationship for 1 year and 8 months.
My “goal” was to gain some reputation in the vfx industry so people in Sweden would be interested in hiring me.
Let’s see how that works.
It feels as if I made myself a stranger to this world. I rejected conventional forms of expression because I never felt part of. I turned away from common humor because it didn't make me laugh. Or I didn't accept that to be laughable. I always felt a little alienated because I never quite “got it”. I thought I wouldn’t really connect with this or that new person. They were my friends, if only for a minute. When I think of it, after years and years, they are just distant memories. They are people whose paths have gone in a different direction.
I kept on walking, kept on looking on the internet for souls alike me. Even if they were in a far country. I didnt realise, them would also be so different from me too. This things we grew up with stay with us forever. I kept on searching, kept on getting a flight somewhere else, in hopes I would find “my own”.
Now, I feel my path is in the void of nothing. I don’t share memories, all my memories are full of foreign romances but truly, of saddened loneliness. And every minute it just goes deeper and deeper.