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Yesterday, as I was walking, I noticed that the leaves floating down through the air paused just a second on their way down as if they wanted to stay aloft. I wondered, then, if leaves are meant for flight. Do they possess a remnant of the life of the tree they came from? Do they possess sentience or a will of their own? I picked one up, keeping it to photograph. On my way back home, I saw the wind pick up a leaf in front of me, then another and another... soon a whirlwind of leaves passed over and around me. It seemed the universe, or the leaves, answered me. They knew I held their friend captive in my hand. "Just a photo, and then I'll let it go," and later I did. :) Further on, I heard a powerful rustling in the woods behind me, and a great whirlwind brought golden-brown leaves high into the air. It's no coincidence, they said, that leaves resemble feathers.
Garganta, 2024
I didn’t disappear, although I quite distant lately.
I'm exploring crayon techniques, pastels and wax both, so have been spending less time on digital. I think the results will be seen later.
More and more often I am puzzled by the problem of colour reproduction on different screens. Probably not the newest feeling here, however, as I think I have managed to reach some kind of consensus with the work intact.
Intermediate, 2023
In order to find out the age of tree, you have to cut it and count its rings
To know the age of a man you have to wound him and taste his blood
CRINGETOBER DAY 7: CROSSOVER
I ship them tbh they would make a good team
Whirlwind.
There's a whirlwind inside my head. I have all of these thoughts swirling around in there. I want to speak these thoughts, but when I try my body freezes up and I become tongue tied. When I write them, nothing makes sense. I'm just left here with this whirlwind of thoughts. Until I can find a way to get them out, I will remain here quietly.