starting day four at one am

 

I really don't like it when I can't sleep.

My mind works in a fast forward motion, my eyes flicker back and forth with ideas + thoughts.
Then the ideas get lost with the pace that my thoughts move in.
                                  And then I get stuck.

                                It's like I begin to drown in my own endless pool of an emotional oxymoron.

I don't, however, like drowning. It's not who I am. So I fight it.
I battle that force that makes my mind flutter around like a madman on speed.

                                                           But God help me, I  really JUST want to sleep.

day four of the August Break 2010

 

bringing words and a little beat into day three

Thoughts and dreams....

Words that sit on my desk.
           Daily reminders for me, simple ones that mean so much more than I actually realise.

Ben Westbeech - So Good Today

and august begins.

it began with music. 

it began with a workload.

it continues with a presentation.

here's to hoping that August brings more music into my life.

see day one of August Break '10 here

inner voice

 first seen here:

london polaroids

above photos by ink & post

 Ah, London, how I miss you so....

Above photo from unknown source.

pretty little layers

 

I couldn''t possible edit any photos out of my little collection because I love every single one.

For those of you who have been reading my blog for some time now, know that these drawings speak my language of artistic love to a tee.

Such feminine illustrations by Australian artist Elisa Mazzone. She uses layers of lace, fabric or string to detail her delicate sketches that create a little 3D illusion and dimension. It gives her drawings a depth of detail next to the soft lines in her 2d sketch.

Pencil + watercolour wash + lace = absolute love.

Need to see more? You can also follow her blog here.

You will be able to see more of her work and what also inspires her.

a wonderwall kind of sunday

 

 I think it's just one of Sundays. Acoustic beats, soft music, sunshine with not much to say.

Rare, I know. But nevertheless, my wonderful, ordinary Sunday indeed.

 

    Wonderwall- Ryan Adams