I think if I don’t learn to let go my fear of revealing my feelings onto my artwork, I will never become an artist.
Once I said, the greatest writer is always the one who dares to reveal the true emotions and facts. Ironically, I understand it totally, but I can’t apply this onto myself.
I have been walking in the woods to find the right path, but I have become weary and lost.
Hand made type.
Colour pencil practice.
Half summer half winter, view from the cafe in the middle of a river, fragments of Melbourne. (at Ponyfish Island)
…
i burned all my dresses
from before you
i want to be brand new
didn’t you know this boat of mine
travels in a straight line
to you
…
Happy birthday to my lovely boyfriend, I made 25 of these :p
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Uhhgggg. Finishing assignments isn’t exuberayting anymore. It just means I have to start another one.
