art inspiration : erika blomgren

again i've lost a little bit of what i was trying to do with this blog.
...... somehow i got carried away with not posting any inspiration entries.

oh well, blame it on the hard drive crash.

swedish illustrator erika blomgren.

fun, simple but yet also complex lines, splash of colour,  blocks of black ink.

very similar to some of my other art inspirations. but i still love it.

and i think you will too.

I love how she mixed a little bit of architectural drawing into this piece. Look at that detail in her building!

that ordinary moment

December 27 – Ordinary Joy. Our most profound joy is often experienced during ordinary moments. What was one of your most joyful ordinary moments this year? 

I remember it being a bad day.

I remember being angry, frustrated, upset, alone. My road rage was at its height, I screamed at people through the glass of my car window, muttered curse words under my breath annoyed at every movement the other motorists made. Everyone seemed to be in my way and all I wanted to do was get home and sulk.

Then it came. The moment I had been waiting for since I moved back home, on a highway that sits in the landing path of the international airport. Right underneath the gigantic body of a Boeing 707, my car sat underneath the huge roar of its engine as it neared its destination.

Oh, how I laughed. I laughed on my own and I giggled like a little school girl as if i had reached a goal that was unachievable, as if it were a dream of mine that I longed to have for years and years. But it was MY ordinary moment, my simple ordinary moment that made me smile the rest of the way home.

I don't even remember what I was angry about.

Photo by Lauren Treece

if i had known

If I had known....

If I had known one day we would meet...

I would have counted the raindrops to mark the days

I would have danced beneath every full moon

If had known one day we would kiss

I would have sprinkled my hair with golden stars

and bathed my feet in the milky way

If I had known one day we would touch

I would have clothed myself in the wind

and caressed my skin with the morning dew

If I had known one day we would embrace...

I would have made a bed of moss

and covered it with wild flowers....

If I had known one day I would be your bride...

I would have bathed myself in the sun

and veiled my face with clouds

If I had known one day I would speak your name...

I would have had the nightingale teach me his song

and fairies teach me to fly

If I had known one day you would seek me out....

I would have the fireflies light your path

and sent angels to guide you

If I had known you would one day love me....

I would have gifted you the rainbow

    Kyssus 2004

 Because it's been four wonderful years. 

 

..... and because there are many more years ahead of us.

 

December 27, 2006

Photos by Dino Lara

sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

*sigh*

okay, who was I kidding?

I jumped on the #reverb10 boat knowing that December is ALWAYS crazy for me. Between Christmas, my birthday, my anniversary, friends visits, in-laws visits, December has come by as if it was a huge gust of wind that shook me off my feet. And now it's almost over.

I could have spent every day of December reflecting and manifesting, perhaps silently I was as the prompts came through my emails daily. Perhaps as I read them, I knew the answer immediately, or perhaps I had to think about the questions in depth before answering them.

All I know is that as I had time to think about my past year, whether I shared it on here or kept it private, I couldn't have asked for anything more as this year reaches its end. 
Very grateful and extremely blessed.
 ❤

finding her

 December 10 –  Wisdom. What was the wisest decision you made this year, and how did it play out? (Author: Susannah Conway)

i thought i had lost her.

emotionally raw. emotionally out of sync.

then the year became about my wisdom of acceptance. accepting who i had become, who this new person was replacing her.

it became about my  wisdom of understanding. the understanding that things were supposed to be exactly the way they were.

it became about my wisdom of patience.  knowing that if i waited patiently but looked hard enough she would resurface.

it became about my wisdom of strength. about embracing the courage as it swelled, about rejoicing as the walls broke down, and about celebrating the bravery as it intensified.

so my wisest decision yet?

finding her again.

and realising that it finally became about the wisdom of

chosing to be me again.

the night they rocked my world

December 9 – Party Prompt: Party. What social gathering rocked your socks off in 2010? Describe the people, music, food, drink, clothes, shenanigans. (Author: Shauna Reid)

these ladies.

manila streets.

'Nuff said.

More here.

beautifully different

December 8 – Beautifully Different. Think about what makes you different and what you do that lights people up. Reflect on all the things that make you different – you’ll find they’re what make you beautiful. (Author: Karen Walrond)

Beautifully different?

                   Me? Not sure.

I've never seen myself as different, sometimes I feel like I blend in with a crowd too much, 

sometimes I feel like I just ride the waves that come in my direction, 

simply walk the paths that I cross; merge with the routines people do to just survive. 

Perhaps listing it all down will pave my 

search for all the things that make me beautifully different.

So.....

•  I always cry when I'm angry. I always cry when I'm happy. So needless to say my emotions ALWAYS get the best of me.
• A small scar sits on the middle of the bridge of my nose, scars on my elbows, scars on my knees. See next topic for answer.
•  I am the queen of all klutzes. I was not meant to have toes seeing that I always hurt them, I was not meant to have feet to steady me on the ground as I always trip over them. There is not one day where there is no scratch or bruise on this body.
• My daydreams take me away more than they should.
• I really don't like being wrong and I'll fight for it until I know I'm right. But I'm also shy, so if I don't know you, sometimes I let the fight slide. Yes, I'm shy, but get to know me and the extrovert comes through.
• I give all that I am to those that I love,  sometimes too much.
• I like to peel my nailpolish, peel labels off anything, peel glue off my hands, peel melting wax off a candle, play with melting wax, and peel paint off surfaces.
• I can be very girly but a true tomboy at heart. 
• My teeth are crooked, my thighs are chunky and my legs are short. 
• I love to read but sometimes skip through words just to get through a chapter.
• And I love trashy novels. I really do. 
• I need to listen to music everyday. I need it to vibe with my daydreams. I need it to vibe with my realities.
•  I sing. But I don't share it. 
• I am a true and utter idealist no matter what I make myself believe. My optimism makes me fall hard sometimes.
• When I turned 30, I wanted to believe that I knew everything about myself.... there are still some blank spaces in this puzzle that need to be filled.

Beautifully different. I like it.

Maybe I really am beautifully different and I haven't realised the depth of it yet.

for #reverb10