She never gives up on me. My dear friend just doesn't let me disappear. She came back to my life and is filling my soul with inspiration. With her around i feel more alive, i feel more need to create and try little harder. Even when i am not happy with any of the latest artworks i have made, i am happy to see myself drawing again.
My friend is beautiful, intelligent and madly talented,
but most of all she is the best friend anyone could ask for.
Not sure if i deserve a friend like that,
but i am utterly grateful.
I always thought i was good at multitasking, but i am not, i really am not.
When i am working, i become the most antisocial person ever. When i am drawing, i stop working on my designing job for days. And when i feel social, i become that lazy person who doesn't do anything useful for a while.
I go through those phases and it's so hard to make my life function properly.
And so it happens i stop picking up camera to
just take a picture of my art
to post it here.
I always say " I will do it tomorrow",
but tomorrow is never tomorrow...
But it's not like people are
and checking my blog
in hope to see me posting new art. :-)
Nope, that's not the reality.
But spring is almost here
and i always thought that March is one of the most magical months of the year.
And if it was summer right now,
i would lay on grass,
have some laughs
and feel the energy come back into me.
It was a sunny afternoon, so i decided to grab the camera and take a photo of my latest drawing. At that point i didn't know yet what this drawing is actually about and what title it should have. So i just sat down and listened music i had in my playlist. When it was song "Neon" turn to pop up in my playlist i just knew it, this is exactly what it is about, my drawing has a title now!
I haven't posted anything here for a really long time. Such a shame. I miss it very much, not so much posting on this blog cause i never talked much here, but the other blog when i was still my late teens and i wrote about everything. I felt i need to share every emotion i go through in life.
It's not i have dumped art or stopped being passionate about things, but somehow i completely lost that part of me that made me who i used to be. Maybe the reason was losing connection with real world and friends, the stress of moving to new home or i just gave up.
So who is she now?
She's not the same, but will anyone ever stay the same? People i thought i knew are not the same either.
I feel i am less serious, i discovered that not too long ago and i like that new thing about me. Humor and silly fun never attracted me as much until i met that...thing...that changed my ideals. Maybe that's why i wanted to escape so bad, because it was all turning into gray and dry mess of perfectionist dreams.
I have one artwork in drawer i am quite proud of. It's not perfect by any means, but nothing ever is. I need to go back to my roots when all i cared about was the emotions of artwork, even when it's not pretty. Also i have become much more patient than before. I keep working on details until it's way overdone for my taste. That's why you haven't seen my art for a long time, i need to learn when to stop.
i am anxiously waiting spring and the taste of first berry of summer.