It’s been a challenging few months. It’s been a challenging few years. It’s been a challenging life.
This week I sat in an empty room, head in my hands. I let the darkness win. I let the sadness consume me. I let my heart ache. I let it ache until it was too much to ignore, and so I looked it in the face. •••
This suffering wasn’t surrender, it was defiance. It was let down. It was fear. It was anxiety. It was regret. It was sorrow. But it was also, above all else, hope.
The dead do not hurt. Aching is a blessing for the living. It is your heart’s way of telling you to get up off the mat, there are more rounds to go. There is life left to live. If you are still capable of hurt, you are still capable of hope.
Had so much fun designing this logo for the bride and groom, then more fun branding everything with it 😆 painted this on 4 mirrors! Can do it with my eyes closed now 😉 #pagetadventures2018
Calligraphy, Invitations, Stationery: @letterlustdesign
Ice Sculpture: @icedecor
Wedding Dress: @thebridalgallery
La kpa de @soldivito , comunicadora n#1 del 🌍, ademas del photoshoot me hizo alta obra de arte con influencias de #Rodrigoelbueno y #wordart .
Recomiendo MUCHO sus notas en @malevamag si estas buscando que hacer el fin de semana o similar 🙌🏻( ahretirandochivo igual SI) 💓
Clouds roll over my head and I watch While I lay in a state of unease
There’s wind in my hair
There’s fog in my head
And birds singing amongst the trees
I cannot recall just how it felt
To see the world through my eyes before
When you’re richer in money you lose far too much than ever if you had been poor
Girl with dark hair
Girl with blue eyes
When did your life fall with the clouds?
When did you start
Envisioning life within art
And lose your own will to make others proud?
Girl in a yard thick with berries
Where you’d dance and you’d laugh and you’d play
When did you let your soul falter?
Believing tomorrow is just another day
You have to make all these words rhyme
So you can fit them into your own shelf
Girl with a fire within her
You ought to be more than yourself
There’s a place I could go to inside of my mind
And I’d stay there and dream for a week
Somehow I feel in the humane part of me
There’s more to this reality I seek
I’ve listened too long to the world around me
And I think that I’ve grown too aware
My thoughts are a vision enwrapping me
And they’re insisting on how I should care
Girl on a swing in the playground
Girl on a mountain so tall
Why have you let yourself drift far away?
Why won’t you catch your own fall?
Girl with a love for all others
Girl who plays drums on the floor
What do you hope to accomplish?
You’ve got all that you need and more
Listen to how the earth meets the sky
When you stand on the peak of a hill
Listen to how your heart moves the air
When you sit at a water so still
Your mom and your dad
The friendships you’ve had
They’ve never left you
You’ve never left them
For love’s only right
You’re all the you’s that you’ve ever been
You’re every accomplishment and every grin
In life you are searching for more than yourself
For more than these people
For more than you’re dealt
Let yourself live, the girl with blue eyes
Let yourself give, and love with no lies
For one day you’ll come to be able to say,
“Life’s best destination are the people along the way.”
Y'all remember these? I'm bringing them back. But this time the Word Art Canvases will be custom. Message me or email me at email@example.com for the word or phrase that you want and the colors. Size options: 5" x 7"; 6" x 6"; 8" x 10"; 12" x 12". The 5" x 7" and 6" x 6" are $10 and the larger sizes are $20. Let's create! #creativity#CBCreates#Art#wordArt#Artist#BlackCanvas#Canvas
goodbyes can be bittersweet.
why is it that we tend to witness, and appreciate something the most after it is gone?
there is something unique about the look we give to each other when we are about to depart. it feels as if we are truly seeing one another for the first time, while not knowing if it will be the last. time ceases to exist, and all that remains is the moment. we live moment to moment, and we call the collective moment... forever.
the moon taught me
that we can
love from a f a r
i watch how it dances with the ocean, swaying back, and forth.
the last dance
is only the last dance
missing pieces | FULL
there is symmetry
in the way i am in you
and you are in me
for i am pieces of your
pieces as you are of mine
our kaleidoscope love
proves broken things still shine.