En sömnlös natt följd av världens vackraste ljusspel att tacka löven för. I samma veva for jag upp en sida i ett av flera kap till böcker jag antastat mig själv med på sistone och vandrat i samma tankegång, himla euforiskt.
As soon as something starts off well, it ends up in Hades, with that said I have been sleeping the whole day (because of the sleepless night I mentioned), even though I promised myself to paint a gal on a piece of board. Tomorrow, perhaps.
åh vilka magiska bilder!
Du är så vacker att det gör ont! Älskar storfoten på sista bilden haha
Love the first and the third picture. You're a kind of inspiration to many, but you show me it's possible to be above the ordinariness. Maybe it depends on the country one lives. Here, in Poland, it's difficult to be treated sincerely while reading Orwell or Kafka. Many do it just to show up. It's so pathetic sometimes when they just throw names from their mouth to be considered as cultured and educated. And when you really READ something, especially something unknown, others perceive you as the haughty one. I wonder if you know Witkacy, polish painter, writer and philosopher. All the best and smile.