I’ll paint myself white, my eyes will turn blue…
Saint Creature “I’ll dye my hair white, my eyes will turn blue,
I’ll sing beneath your window every single night.
I’ll study every book you read,
So I’ll know exactly what you might ask.
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Happy feels like..
I was sitting on a Saturday morning. The sun was peeking through the window. For the first time in a long time. Cold days, despite the fire that burned inside me. Fire for a person. Sometimes our warmth from within is greater than the warmth from the sun outside. But when it fades, the sun becomes too warm. You reach for it. You reach for its warmth.
For the first time in a bunch of days, I slept well, because I didn’t sleep for 2.5 hours. For the first time, I saw light not in someone else’s eyes. Not in the eyes of hope for something that would change my universe. Happy Feels Like played in my head… I realized that this was it.
The work for this song wasn’t supposed to be light in itself. Or with a glowing inscription. It’s about the inner light that we forget about. And in moments when we forget about it, the external light comes to our aid.
No Place Like Home
Today’s work will be dedicated to a song by the band Ninth Key and two opposites. Read More
Kiss me hard, before you go…
“Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That, baby, you the best..” Read More
Social Services
Let’s talk about my new work on the song Hohlan – Social Services Read More
Distract..
It seems like sometimes all we need is a distraction. Read More
Happy Feels Like v01
Over the past two days I have listened to this song many times. And what is interesting, the feeling when I first heard it and now – they are different. I will not talk about the idea that was primary. But there should have been an open hand. And these three words should also have been written on the fingers. But without any gesture.
Coffee is the strongest alcohol…
“Leave us together,
Morning is a hard climb.
Coffee is the strongest alcohol.
We have to go,
We multiply the minutes by zero…
But we pour warm water on ourselves,
But we pour warm water on ourselves…” Read More
Social services (ref)
Mom told me not to post in And the network has such pictures. But did I listen to her?..
This is a ref, or rather not quite – this is a part of the work that will have a lot of meaning in the plane of the full work. What is it that is being reflected? I would call it a comedic reflection of the Oscar statuette, because instead of a sword in my hands I have… a broom for cleaning cobwebs.
Today I have another, in my opinion no less interesting, job, and this one… I think I’ll finish it in a few days 🙂
I will run and crawl i’ll be standng tall
Well. Finally I did it. Two tattoos on both arms. Why those? Well… Read More