I am a creative person, I guess It is not assuming and arrogant to say that I am an artist. I have sewed, stitched, embroidered, weaved, painted, sketched, stenciled, patterned, laid out, imagined, created, sculpted, crafted, designed twisted wires, decoupaged, modified, edited, photoshopped, youtubed, flashed, powerpointed, wrote, enhanced, sang, and danced through all the stuff that took my interest. What's missing is to finish the record track that I am producing and make a music video out of it.
martial arts too, if I weren't so lazy to move my body and weren't shy to be seen with sweat and being active then I would probably join a martial arts program as well.
Showing posts with label Dream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dream. Show all posts
Monday, April 10, 2017
I am.
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art,
Dream,
dress making,
embroidery,
Life,
music
Sunday, April 9, 2017
Looking Back, Far Back In History
There is something about the past, a hundred, a thousand years ago.
The ancient history, medieval times, mythology.
It's just beautiful, the tragedy, the romance, the simplicity, sophistry, elegance, sadness, intricacies.
EVERYTHING.
I am being chased by beautiful romantic moments that I would imagine, no matter how romantic or tragic they were. I could just picture them (or myself) in my imagination.
Maybe reincarnation is real? Well, who knows.
But yeah, th classic paintings, classic designs, faded designs, vintag stuff. everything antique-looking.
Aah.
The ancient history, medieval times, mythology.
It's just beautiful, the tragedy, the romance, the simplicity, sophistry, elegance, sadness, intricacies.
EVERYTHING.
I am being chased by beautiful romantic moments that I would imagine, no matter how romantic or tragic they were. I could just picture them (or myself) in my imagination.
Maybe reincarnation is real? Well, who knows.
But yeah, th classic paintings, classic designs, faded designs, vintag stuff. everything antique-looking.
Aah.
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Nightmare: Kitchen Submission
Had a nightmare about being murdered in the kitchen. The final moments of my life I asked "What is it that you so hate about me?"
It answered "I can't stand you. And that aura of yours." and then it lunged at me with a sharp object towards my face and then I woke up.
Told myself "Meh, evil can't defeat me. I'm not even good... I'm better."
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