Jun 22, 2020
Hand embroidered sweatshirt 🍋 . . . #embroidery #teardrophouse #creative #hobby https://www.instagram.com/p/CBu7PNznqo7/?igshid=12d6sk1vtj0rl
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Hand embroidered sweatshirt 🍋 . . . #embroidery #teardrophouse #creative #hobby https://www.instagram.com/p/CBu7PNznqo7/?igshid=12d6sk1vtj0rl
• wisteria • What you see is what you get. There is more truth to these few words than meets the eye. The art of manifestation is what led us complicated creatures to inhabit this wondrous earth. What we imagine in our minds, we create it in the reality around us. Imagination is arguably the most important thing we possess, as it enables us to continue innovating, developing and thriving in abundance. If I were given a pile of scrap cloth and told to create something, I would imagine what it would look like first before I made it. Even if I have not been given a pile of scrap cloth, I could imagine what I want to create with the belief that this already belongs to me, and it’s on its way to me, and manifest the creation. The universe may not deliver it as a pile of scrap cloth, but it will always arrive in some shape or fashion. The universe is far more willing to give to us than we know. In order to receive, we must be grateful. Grateful in what we have now, grateful in the knowing it is coming, and grateful for when it arrives. I have always imagined living in a home draped in wisteria. I manifest this in my mind almost daily. It is no coincidence that I am beginning to see it everywhere. It is also no co-incidence that my partner’s garden is filled with it, and I only began to notice when I was ready to look. These are not co-incidences, these are synchronicities. It is a simple change of mindset and positive attitude that aligns you with the universe and its abundance. I have no doubt I will live in a home welcomed by wisteria, but I am so grateful to appreciate the little lilac blossoms when I see them, for I know the universe is giving me a warm smile each time I do. . . . #teardrophouse #blog #londonbloggers #wisteria #manifestation #lawofattraction #universe #universehasyourback (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAxEg78HOfG/?igshid=rw4z04p5y3g9
💕Rumi, Rumi, Rumi💕 . . . #teardrophouse #rumi #quotes #thoughts #happiness #kindness (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAxED-ZH_J2/?igshid=4wx81y6j2o0v
#noexcuses #gandhi #teardrophouse (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAnGN9AHHR5/?igshid=u13rpyha2cf9
💯🙏🏾 . . . #alberteinsteinquotes #alberteinstein #teardrophouse #imagination #knowledge #loveyourself #selflove https://www.instagram.com/p/CAnE5C3nzzk/?igshid=145t6cw6itxdo
•process over product• Tracey Emin - In The Dead Dark of night I wanted you, 2018 In quite possibly my favourite art exhibition to date, one that moved me in ways my femininity did not previously acknowledge, stood Tracey Emin’s ‘A Fortnite of Tears’. There is a process that follows this work, a movement from the visceral raw tones of pink and red, to the process of understanding ones sexual identity, to love and loss. The whole exhibition was a process, a journey, a story. It didn’t happen with a neat beginning, middle and end; but there it stood as a moment in time harbouring the tumultuous feelings Emin processed during this vulnerable fortnite. I wonder if Emin was not a well known artist, this process would be as well received. Social conditioning has taught us in this commercial world we live in, that the end product, commodity and result, is more important than the process of getting there. My younger years were spent striving for some moment in the future, some end package neatly wrapped up, and with that losing all sense of the moment I was currently in. It has taken me a long time to truly understand that now is all that will ever exist. The beauty of focussing in the present is that our journey becomes a process. Our creative endeavours do not need to tidily become a product for others to admire. Stripping away this incessant need to have something to show for my creativity, I chose instead to live in my creative moments. To see each day as a process, to know that a product is always unfinished and that is OK. I will always have a lust to learn more about myself so my products will always remain unfinished. If this thought sits uncomfortably with you (which at times it still does with me!), then perhaps you too need to step into the process and away from the need to acknowledge your creative worth only after reaching the product. . . @whitecube @traceyeminstudio #teardrophouse #traceyemin #afortniteoftears #process #product #honouryourprocess #journey #selflove #selfcare #blog #london #thoughts #art https://www.instagram.com/p/CAiQk76HBlB/?igshid=1kxwvo2vr6cn9
Today’s nudge from the bad ass poet of her day - Emily Dickinson, who’s small smile created an entire movement of poetry 👊🏾 . . . #emilydickinson #poem #teardrophouse #motivation #youareunique #creativejourney https://www.instagram.com/p/CAfY2HOlo1z/?igshid=ogwrlkntfyc4
• To be, or not to be? • During these uncertain times in lockdown, I find myself coming back to the same question ‘to be, or not to be?’. There is an uncomfortable need to be doing, achieving and succeeding more than I am. Yet the situation inextricably calls for me to sit still, to be quiet, to be with myself. Why is the thought of sitting with my self so alien. Seeing my bare face in the mirror each morning, thinking that better days will come. So many unkind thoughts about the natural pigmentation of my skin, sees me seeking for better skincare. The dark spaces under my eyes, lead me to google all the ways I can cover, penetrate and bring myself more to life, than just to be. To just allow sleep deprived nights of uncertainty to naturally take their toll on my dark circles, to appreciate the uneven tones of my skin showing more character to me than any concealer ever did. What is this urge to not be with oneself. I can’t help but wonder how deeply rooted the ideals of beauty through advertising, mainstream media and culture have caused me to look in the mirror and apologise to myself each morning for simply seeing my bare face as it is. I have decided that I have a choice, I can either be or not be with myself. I choose to be. I choose to look at myself and tell myself I am loved, kind and beautiful. I choose to be kind to myself each day after a sleep deprived night, by taking things slow, allowing myself moments to fail and appreciating more moments of joy. . . . Image ink on silk- @lourdessanchez711 #lockdown #thoughts #teardrophouse #selflove #tobeornottobe #selfcare https://www.instagram.com/p/CAQmjfXFYfv/?igshid=1ivdfoag2uxp8