Hell yeah, done with the stupid script!

:D:D:D

2 more piles of sketches and I am done for the day.

i need this little piece of magic in my life.

oh god, oh god,
THIS WEEK IS GOING TO BE SO HORRIBLE I CAN FEEL IT.

:(

people can do such stunning things.
i will really like to credit the artist who did this but i cant seem to find a proper link. i just randomly came across it on facebook when i was bored stiff staring at buddha&friends.

so then.

life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. you may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. but a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… i tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.

— oscar wilde, the picture of dorian gray

*

picking up his books again for my writing for film class.
yeah.

“Lovers/Hope” by George Frederic Watts

The painting by George Frederic Watts shows a female allegorical figure of Hope. Hope is traditionally identifiable through the attribute of an anchor, but Watts took a more original approach. In his painting, she is depicted sitting on a globe, blindfolded, clutching a wooden lyre with only one string left intact. She sits in a hunched position, with her head leaning towards the instrument, perhaps so she can hear the faint music she can make with the sole remaining string. According to Watts, “Hope need not mean expectancy. It suggests here rather the music which can come from the remaining chord”. The desolate atmosphere is emphasised by Watts’s soft brushwork, creating a misty, ethereal scene, in tones of green, brown and grey.
-Wiki

if i was two shades fairer, this will be the ideal colour of my hair

Hell yeah, done with the stupid script!

:D:D:D

2 more piles of sketches and I am done for the day.

i need this little piece of magic in my life.

oh god, oh god,
THIS WEEK IS GOING TO BE SO HORRIBLE I CAN FEEL IT.

:(

people can do such stunning things.
i will really like to credit the artist who did this but i cant seem to find a proper link. i just randomly came across it on facebook when i was bored stiff staring at buddha&friends.

so then.

life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. you may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. but a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… i tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.

— oscar wilde, the picture of dorian gray

*

picking up his books again for my writing for film class.
yeah.

“Lovers/Hope” by George Frederic Watts

The painting by George Frederic Watts shows a female allegorical figure of Hope. Hope is traditionally identifiable through the attribute of an anchor, but Watts took a more original approach. In his painting, she is depicted sitting on a globe, blindfolded, clutching a wooden lyre with only one string left intact. She sits in a hunched position, with her head leaning towards the instrument, perhaps so she can hear the faint music she can make with the sole remaining string. According to Watts, “Hope need not mean expectancy. It suggests here rather the music which can come from the remaining chord”. The desolate atmosphere is emphasised by Watts’s soft brushwork, creating a misty, ethereal scene, in tones of green, brown and grey.
-Wiki

if i was two shades fairer, this will be the ideal colour of my hair