Pixie Dust

Feb 26 2016

I started thinking about Tinkerbell after my brother’s kids watched her on Disney when they were over at my place. I’d never thought about her before then because I wasn’t interested in things like that. And I didn’t mean to start thinking about her when the kids were watching her, it was just something to shut them up. After they were gone I didn’t think about her for a few days either, but then I thought I saw her on the television again. I don’t think I had, I think I just thought I had.

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Pink Beach

Jan 27 2016

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Have you ever had strange visions while being halfway between sleeping and waking? One night in this state I perceived that I was walking along a sandbar between a tall pale yellow dune and a pink beach. (Did you know that there really are pink beaches in the world?) Because it was such a mesmerising and peaceful experience, and because I don’t seem to have too many artistic ideas at all these days, I thought I might try to draw my pink beach. Since I lack drawing skills I decided the best way to draw it would be as a sort of pseudotopographical map.

What you see here is my third attempt. My first attempt looked ridiculously vaginal (not that there’s anything at all wrong with that, except that it wasn’t supposed to look like that), so I redrew it. After that I was happy with the shapes, but I couldn’t get the colour right. I tried to colour both my first and second attempts with pencils, but I couldn’t build the intensity up enough, and I couldn’t get the colours right at all. So I scanned up a colourless line drawing of my beach, and attempted to colour it digitally. Still, I find that I can’t reproduce the colours that were in my vision. I would be able to do it in writing to a much greater extent. The translucent turquoise waves lapping over the pink sands… In drawing, I find it impossible. Sometimes you just have to fail.

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Which Chakra Are You?

Jan 27 2016

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Suicide Prevention

Jan 17 2016

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Zentangle

Jan 17 2016

invisible

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STOP

Jul 15 2015

John wouldn’t have been able to tell you the moment in which everything changed. His job had always been boring. Perhaps it had been a gradual change, or maybe it a change that had happened all at once but the moment of change escaped his attention. Previously all of the street signs that came out of the paint machine seemed the same to him, but he found himself discriminating between them. He had come to understand that there were differences between the signs that were produced by the machine, and once he had realised that there were differences, his perception of the differences became refined through continual observation. On some of the signs, the letters of STOP seemed sharpener, the red colour brighter, the aluminium smoother, the whole effect more luminous. It had been usual for him to occupy his time with some other matter while the machines ran, but he found himself watching the process as though it were not repetitive. But of course it was different every time!

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moly

Jul 14 2015

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no angel

May 19 2015

“I never wished for this,” said Jane.

“None of us do,” said the nurse, John, who had been kind in taking care of her sister, who was sleeping.

“That’s not what I mean,” explained Jane, “You’re supposed to be careful what you wish for, but I never wished for this, ever. Not once ever.” It was true; she had never wished her sister would die, not even a little bit.

“I don’t think it works like that,” said John.

“Then nothing makes sense,” she said.

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Yeah, You

Mar 18 2015

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tl;dr

Feb 04 2015

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