feels like

Being stabbed in the calves..

Milk and Honey

As it turns out, my new work table is perfect for drawing. Here are two new sketches and a few older ones. I learnt tonight that drawing before going to bed is now what milk and honey used to be for me then. I just don't have anyone dancing around in a floating skirt while I lay on the carpet anymore..

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pause. drawing/painting has been on hold for toooo long.

My room was renovated while I was away in London (still can't believe it) and has since become way more friendly for working on my laptop and being a sloth atthesametime, as well as to work on craft/sewing projects and bookmaking, which is why miliaime is getting way more love from me. Plus I'm doing lots of craft stuff for my work as an RA and a new etsy shop which I need to furnish and promote (it shall be a difficult task in the massive ocean of the handmade world).

Nevertheless, I am looking into my post-graduate options, I may go back as an Undergraduate in Painting and Drawing or Studio Arts. Or perhaps do a graduate certificate in Design, or perhaps even go off to a foreign country and teach English for 6 or 12 months. All these options seem fair. I just wish I was less of a child. My emotions get the best of me a lot of the times.

Until then however I am focusing on turning my room art-making friendly (a wall unit to hold all my materials and a makeshift drawing table would be nice), and to find my comfortable skin as well as to have some order in my heart.

Since I have nothing new to show... when I was twenty I did this:

London

After so many worries, my efforts pulled through and I was able to go to the land of Monty Python :)

Didn't draw as much as I could have as it was a bit uncomfortable to draw in the cold! Which is why my drawing of the airport is very detailed, it was nice and warm and I had plenty of time to kill (24 hours to be precise..)

Four food groups

I'm a little incredibly sad, I know I will get over it, I just wish things had turned out differently, and a sudden thought makes me feel pissed off instead.

L'amor, la vida, la musica, el baile.

Dry spell

Not much drawing lately (sad) but lots of bookmaking (good) and work (good).

Corduroy suit

The smell of burnt air and the heat of rosy cheeks filled me with need. Here you see some of my doodles and drawings on fabric. It is quite incredible to have access to this possibility and it has only been 2 years in the waiting.