New moon in pisces tonight. Perfect for silence. To turn in. And the retrograde to reflect. This body has been through hell and back. This body has failed. Hurt. Loved. This body has known growth. Has created. Has suffered incredible loss. This body is beautiful. Strong. Resilient.
I hold this body, thank this body, am worthy of this body. I see the light in this body and love the way it shines. I love you. I love me.
Took some time off sns and went to the mini craft fair at @laranfujioka this afternoon with @snowco_o I haven’t met in a while. It had been a few years since last time I could check the accessories made by my favorite japanese creator so I was super excited to check the new snake design ! love it ! I went a tiny bit (loads) crazy on the shopping spree… oh my It was a nice afternoon, I was wearing a weird dress, and it was super hot, which changed from last couple of times I went there (it’s usually a weird weather weekend). If you like his creations, please check www.cometman.jp the guy makes accessories like no others (not that I know of, at least) and it is better to support artists than cheap stuff from fast fashion brands, ain’t it ? They are still there tomorrow 10 to 5, for those interested. Good weekend everyone ! #supportsmallbusiness #supportartists #japan #accessory #accessories #handmade #creation #japanese #design #accessorydesigner #designrockfestival (ららん藤岡（道の駅ららん藤岡）) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNfIw_OJ7l7/?igshid=wncjuesvwgl2
The Stars have always been your home, Emissary, long before this world was created. The Cosmos sings and your ever-bleeding heart listens, your slashed-open throat joins the eternal chorus. The sound makes your mind spin and your eyes hurt but your lips have known these lyrics since before time began.
Thesethree towers are only a small portion of the massive Eagle Nebula.
Known as the “Pillars of Creation,” the beautiful tendrils of cosmic dust and gas are giving birth to new stars, buried within their spires. This iconic image only shows a stretch of about four or five light-years … while the whole nebula itself spans about 70 by 55 light-years.
Learn more about Hubble’s celebration of Nebula November and see new nebula images, here.
“And Deborah, a nebiyah (prophetess) the wife of Lappidoth, was judging Yisra’el at that time. And she was dwelling under the palm tree of Deborah between Ramah and Beyth El in the mountains of Ephrayim. And the children of Yisra’el came up to her for right-ruling.” Judges 4 v4-5
Years later, a orange and black cat slips through the window into the home of a friend. As soon as this happens, she calls me and tells me the cat on the street that we always saw came into her home! I dropped all the drama I was going through at that time and made my way to the home. This cat always told us stories through her interactions with other cats on the street so I was pretty excited to meet her
I made it to the home and she was just chilling. She showed me love after warming up to me. Naming her came to mind. At first I thought of “Leona”, but she didn’t really give me a response to it.
Then a vision of the picture on the left came to mind.
“Yuri?” Came out my mouth. Her ears perked up. “Yuri!” She started to respond. “OMG your name is YURI!” She seemed so happy to see that I remembered.
I manifested this kitty when I was a kid.
Watch how this street cat that I’ve never met prior to the video she responds to the name and treats me.
«You will learn to give life To then wish to take it back And to feel how it hurts To love and cherish Remembering every day That one day you might lose everything
Our pain gives life to you Our death gives life to you Every time is like the first time
How many times will you reset the clock, hoping to delay what has already happened?
Touch us with your eyes while you can You gave us life But it’s not up to you to decide what our death will be»
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The death and birth of my creatures, vaerafes.
From a realistic render to illegible image, I tried to recreate - in reverse order - the moment of their birth, from emotions and feelings, from the song of synesthesia, from such a rough image in my mind, which has gone through the years of evolution from a simple sketch to a realistic 3D model. This symbolizes both their birth and their death - not as living beings, but as who they really are - an idea, the life that was born in my head, and to the embodiment of which I went through many thorns of attempts, experiments, mistakes.
It looks simple and logical when you look at the final version, but when all you have is the last picture in this post, then it is very, very difficult to recreate a whole image of a living being from it. It’s so beautiful and terrifying in its own way to realize and to observe it, and sometimes, to be honest, I want to erase everything. Return to the beginning, to the moment when I saw only unclear spots of shapes and color, tasting all the heart-touching emotions, trying to repeat these shapes on a sheet of paper, I appreciated every eye that looked at me from the pages, even if I could not draw anything good about them besides the eyes. These impressions are so easy to forget when you can render dozens of detailed models, not even participating in the process of their birth, but watching the computer itself drawing a being that I once suffered about, and so much desired to see.
I want to remember this. Why I started drawing them in the first place.
… The idea of this image is taken from an old drawing of mine when I started trying to draw them, and so this symbolizes all the journey that I went through, full of agony of birth and death.
Out of the inkwell / comes Koko the clown / making a huge mess / and creeping me out…
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