Greetings, from my very wet corner of the world! This few days, the sun, in a – typical uncool style – decided it had better things to do than hang around here, so basically it’s just one giant stretch of rain!
Particularly, if one gets to spend the whole day listening to music and perfecting the act of doing absolutely nothing. In related news, I made a playlist and gave it a proper title. Can you guess? It’s “Sweater Weather”. I don’t get to loll around as much as I want, but I get to draw, whilst listening to an abundance of music and share it with you guys!
The girl: Uh, cozy is the new black?
The getup: Jeans and sweater.
Is it sunny in your own corner? Send a little sunshine my way, will ya! x
Two things you guys: 1. Today marks the beginning of a new year!
2.I’ve managed to downplay my excitement. Well, maybe just a tiny bit! But, hey i did suppress the desire to write this post in shouty caps.
I’m just so grateful for all the lessons 2016 has taught me, for everyone (friends + family) who were and still are, an embodiment of joy and inspiration in my life through the year, and importantly, for you, yes you! Dear readers, i’m so thankful for you guys, taking the time to read, like and comment on my blog (a.k.a random ramblings). Thank you, thank you!
In the excitement of all that today stands for, i’m sharing this sketch i made. It’s a little different from the style i usually do, because i’ve decided i’m going to move all out of my comfort zone and try out new things, this year.
The girl: Brave The getup: Purple gown with silver sprinklings
I made this sketch and I named it Brave!
The state of my mind usually reflects on my drawing. Like, when i’m sad, I tend to create a saddish-looking sketch, but, when i’m happy I’d sketch something rather cheerful and colorfully bright. Other times when i’m really down, drawing would most likely than not serve as an outlet where I can both vent my disapointment and still create something artistic.
Lately, I’ve been feeling alot more braver than usual, hence the existence of this sketch, and to tell you the truth its an incredibly nice feeling. My new found confidence has everything to do with the books i’ve been reading and the music i’ve been listening to. The type that reminds me that i’m beautiful. The type that tells me to wear that blue dress I love so much, the one everyone else have decided dosen’t suit me. The type that reminds me that I’m not alone. The type that encourages me to speak out. The type that urges me to conquer my fears because i am capable.
So, hey you! This post is written as much for you as it is for me. As long as there’s something you ardently enjoy doing, be sure to make use of it positively. Whether it is singing; I hope it makes you feel alive, I hope it makes you happy and I hope it lifts your spirit whenever you feel down in the dumps or out of sort. Dancing; let it help you recognize your self-worth and your ability as a person. In speech or writing; let the flow of words give rise to freedom. Let it tell your story and inspire the rest of the world.
( How excellent a body, that Stands without a bone)
A perfect person has no joints.
The arms, emerging from long sleeves, are unmarked by the ripple of skin that shows where the limbs bend.
A perfect person’s portrait is life like despite their strange clothes, a dress that fastens without buttons or a zip, just a straight line across the material to show that it was not pulled on over the head.
It was still possible to believe that the person drawn was a real person despite the great almond-shaped eyes set deep into the head, deep and open, unable to blink. Eyes without eyelids or eye lashes.
~Modified from the book:White is for witching by Helen oyeyemi
When i’m not occupied with writing, here’s what i do, I draw. It may appear as mediocre or relatively unimportant in the general scheme of things, but it’s no less important to me as breathing.
Most young people my age pull out their phone when they are at a boring gathering to appear cool. I, however always bring my sketch book to doddle at any chance i get, and considering how I tend to get anxious in the presence of large number of people, drawing never fails to calm me down.
Drawing isn’t something i do to strive for a prize, mostly because it’s simply an activity i take great delight in doing. The emotive response I get when i draw are sometimes beyond words and other times i simply want to launch into a long-winded speech on how completely happy it makes me. At any rate, my style of drawing is solely mine and I hope will only improve with time.
I’ll end this introduction with one of my favourite quote:
“While drawing, I discover what I really want to say.” –Dario Fo
Blond & brunette
A girl wearing an Ankara African fabric