Mineral Meadowcore
Watercolor On Cotton Paper
2023, 22"x 30"
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Amethyst
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Mineral Meadowcore
Watercolor On Cotton Paper
2023, 22"x 30"
Purple Poppies
Amethyst
“I’m attracted to the extreme light and the extreme dark. I’m interested in the human condition and what makes people tick. I’m interested in the things people try to hide.”
— Johnny Depp
Delicate spring florals
I love you babe you just don’t know it
Hi E, I know you don’t want me to message you but I’m drunk and life is a fucking joke so I thought I might as well. I just wanted to tell you that I miss you. One of my resolution for this year is to have some closure about us but you know how hard it is for me to give up — fucking Taurus. I’ve come up with a conclusion: either you’re my person, the love of my life, my soul mate, whatever, or you gave me MAJOR trust issues. Whichever suits you best… in any way, I’ve never felt that way for anyone and I don’t think I will ever feel that way for someone. Mostly because I am giving up. I can’t live with myself, let alone force someone to live with me.. so I guess it was a good thing that you left me. But anyway I’m babbling.
I’ve been stalking you a bit, I don’t know if you did it too but honestly there’s not much I have to offer… Is there anything you’re not good at? I’m impressed… awestruck even! But I guess that’s always how I’ve viewed you. The perfect person, the Isabella of the world, if you get my meaning. I managed to live without you for a bit, but you, or maybe the idea of you, is coming back, stronger than ever, and I cannot cope with that. I really wish you the best. If i prayed, i would pray for you til the day I die. I don’t know what else to say. I won’t say that I love you because I don’t know anymore. I don’t know how I feel about you. I guess I feel like I’m missing a part of myself, it’s a very strange feeling.
I want to die E. I really, really want to die. But I can’t kill myself because it would impact others around me. People whom I love fondly, but to whom I have nothing to offer. I don’t even have anything to offer to myself.
This is weird, i am looking for things to say as if I wanted to sound even more miserable. But this is how I feel, miserable. It is the only thing that I’ve felt in weeks.
I envy you, too. I guess I’ve envied you since we met. I don’t know why, but I do. And I know how unhealthy this is, because in a way your life sucks. Even if it looks perfect from the outside.
Anyway, I am not dying tonight, unless the war starts and bombs start to blow, which is secretly hope they will, because I am done with life.
Forever yours,
S
She turns and turns
The storm is getting stronger and stronger
She swirls and swirls
The rain is soaking her white gown, her hair is dripping, her fingers and her feet are blue from the cold and green from the grass.
She twirls and twirls.
Tears from her eyes blend with droplets inside her open mouth.
The cliff is high her foot slips
In one last turn she falls
Rain
Grass
Dress
Hair
What a way to finish a dance
Grand finale
The curtain falls.
D
I
E
A fire inside me just died.
My tears wet the firewood.
The light that guided me vanished.
I have no idea where to go.
I think I’ll just stop for the night.
In that dark wood of shadows.
Shadows of you, shadows of us.
My amber and your Snow White.
~6.7.21~
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‘You’re gonna make it!’
I don’t wanna make it.
you’re much more than a simple rhyme
the thought of you lingers in the abandoned corridors of my heart
in the cold of the winter when i begin to withdraw into the dark
standing with the sorrow with your soul calling me to dance in the shadows with bohemian poetry
the weight of my introspective self craves you next to me
the way our perspectives melt into a haze of ecstasy
‘Each day’s the same
Call your name in the pouring rain
I wait outside
Even if it takes all night’
Everybody wants you — Red Hearse
~ Icarus ~
I’m at a point in my life when im drawn towards the edge of the cliff. It’s hard, but I’ll keep on fighting the urge to fly away... without wings.
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Used some images from Pinterest which I put together to make this image.
Thinking of you changes my melancholy into nostalgia.
It’s a memory of happiness.
Bradley Trumpfheller, from “Speculative Realism”