A late night sketch of @katyaabedian and her free spirit merging.
Let us walk through life embodying our values, representing nature, being the ocean as opposed to merely looking at it.
For something to appear infront of your eyes, does this not mean it is present in you too?
of love and freedom
flying over the ground
the air is dancing here
up my nostrils and out of my ears
rolling down my chest to the space in my belly button
finding a home there
I stick my tongue out to catch the cold
my face wrinkles like the bark of a tree
small windows revealing truth
lives stacked on top of one another
remnants of clues
potplant painting calendar cat
Each filled up with what they know
Birds chirp, the city rumbles, footsteps pattering down, breeze rolling in through my window;
silent mornings and misty minds.
Everyone is slowly rising to meet the day, do they realise that they have the power? ~texture exploration, finding a different world everywhere I look
It sits on my chest like a pile of bricks, waiting for the cement to join them.
Dry eyes looking up at the ceiling, painted with the car lights outside.
Squinting for the answer to come plummeting out of the sky, anticipating a lover to show that they choose to breath alongside you.
The art of touching without an end,
arousal with no climax;
to simply feel the sensuality of self.
I touch my body more often now,
the fear has left me and I allow myself to stroke my arm and rub my thighs;
soaking up my being, grounding.
Rolling in the dirt, feeling it crunch between my teeth.
I fill myself up, hoping to become heavy and inconceivable.
I don't know how I am able to balance on earth.
~life drawing class sketch, charcoal
"We tend to think of the erotic as an easy, tantalizing sexual arousal. I speak of the erotic as the deepest life force, a force which moves us towards living in a fundamental way."- Audre Lorde
~A4, oil and acrylic on paper
Who is it that you choose to be today?
-whether it is a human or a gentle breeze,
a fragment of joy or the gesture of a shadow-
rise still and meet the world.
I often talk to me,
but who is responding?
A million different personas, bursting to be expressed.
There is no need to pick just one;
you are an evolution, a changing current.
Maybe all the pages are already inside,
each one turned up loud
when you are ready to listen.
Sometimes we tell ourselves that a piece of work is too large, or our dreams are too big, or the chance of failure is too high.
Sometimes we are right, but most of the time we need to shut out that little voice inside and laugh at it out loud.
If the end result seems out of reach, just begin with today.
Allowing the sky to shed it's light on my new friend, before I get to work.
I wake up in the mornings, fearless, like I could jump over mountains
- find a place within where your infinite resides, and realise it has been waiting for you
'If faces could grow gestures,
Would we need to speak?'
Questions that come and go again and again. This one seemed to run out of me, before I even knew how to express it. ~A4, pencil and acrylic on paper