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.
art
Painful orgasm
Well. I caught myself thinking that the creativity that arises in me through people has its own term. “Pain orgasm”. It doesn’t look much like dopamine. But it’s probably “joy from pain”. This is when you create something because of internal pain, but at the same time you feel a pleasant relief after creating the work. But it’s not about eliminating the root cause of the pain with work, but, as it were, its visualization.
All that’s left is to learn to control it. Not like it was with Kas…
Let this work be a background, like a memory…
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
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.
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
Try
Hey, my love, you left a bitter taste
I cried for help, and you just walked away
I can’t believe that we’ve become estranged
My angel, my angel, yeah Read More
Sometimes
Sometimes our hearts are broken by those who should have healed them, and those who should have broken them…heal them. Life is such an amazing thing. Read More
The Bends (I’m a stone)
“Taking on the world alone
Never feeling lonely
Used to say I’m a stone
You didn’t even know me..” Read More