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This is my first illustration of 2019!!!
I'm trying this thing in 2019 where I do a 100 illustrations. Whether they are my original or recreations of something I saw that I like.
My mom and I were sorting through my childhood books to give away (very painful) and then we stumbled across what used to be one of my favourites!
Storybook treasury for Girls
It has 6 beautiful illustrated stories. My mom and I read a few. Then when we were at the end of one, she looked at the picture and said that's you and me. So I drew that picture.
I want to spend this year creating. Art. Poetry. Food. Joy. I don't want to spend my time doing stupid things like indulging with the wrong people or overthinking things. Neither do I want to pressurize myself to create certain type or amount of art. If I recreate an illustration, like I did with this, that's completely okay too.
To see how this progresses and some not too bad illustrations, you can follow me on insta @creating.nikki17
I think the person behind the original illustration is Mary Morgan (I'm not sure because the book has six illustrators given in a order I'm assuming is the story order).
one of my favorite things written by John Mayer circa 2008
(no matter how many years it has been, this post I read years ago has been revisited countless times because it’s good for my soul)
This is about us all. Every one of us. Who all seem to know deep down that it's incredibly hard to be alive and interact with the world around us but will try and cover it up at any cost. For as badass and unaffected as we try to come off, we're all just one sentence away from being brought to the edge of tears, if only it was worded right. And I don't want to act immune to that anymore. I took the biggest detour from myself over the past year, since I decided that I wasn't going to care about what people thought about me. I got to the point where I had so much padding on that, sure, I couldn't feel the negativity, but that's because I couldn't feel much of anything. And I think I'm done with that. I'm not the first person to admit we're all self conscious, Kanye was. But what I want to do is to shed a little light on why we're all in the same boat, no matter the shape of the life we lead: because every one of us were told since birth that we were special. We were spoken to by name through a television. We were promised we could be anything that we wanted to be, if only we believed it and then, faster than we saw coming, we were set loose into the world to shake hands with the millions of other people who were told the exact same thing. And really? Really? It turns out we're just not all that special, when you break it down. Beautifully unspectacular, actually. And that truth is going to catch up with us whether we want to run from it or not. The paparazzo following me to the gym ain't gonna be Herb Ritts and the guy he's following ain't gonna be Bob Dylan. It's just a matter of how old you are once you embrace that fact. And for me, 30 sounds about right. What now, then? I can only really say for myself: Enjoy who I am, the talents and the liabilities. Stop acting careless. In fact, care more. Be vulnerable but stay away from where it hurts. Read. See more shows. Of any kind. Rock shows, art shows, boat shows. Create more art. Wear hoodies to dinner. Carry a notebook and hand it to people when they passionately recommend something and ask them to write it down for me. Root for others. Give more and expect the same in return, but over time. Act nervous when I'm nervous, puzzled when I don't know what the hell to do, and smile when it all goes my way. And never in any other order than that. And when it's all over, whether at the end of this fabulous career or of this life, which I hope takes place at the same time, I should look back and say that I had it good and I made the most of it while I was able. And so should you. I'm going quiet now. John
SHOP MY ART⬇️
quick, she said, put a paintbrush in my hand before my desire to paint a sunset vanishes
Could someone give me a scenario or something to draw or create? I feel so useless having an art block so bad that I just don't even feel like trying anything
i have overlooked how out of sync i’ve been with myself for the past few months