Love Doing

It’s a perfect time of the day, the mood is painted with serenity, my mind is at rest and I feel like stumbling into something that gives me joy when I do it, My hands glide towards the instruments of art, while I grab the sketch pad and all the pencils,sharpener and eraser required.

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I sit down comfortably with my table lamp tilted towards that perfect angle, I find the picture that appeals to my taste and off I thread unto this paper following the lines of the object like a map until I get to a place thats called art is done.

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However, when I finish I still add little bit of shade here and there because in actual sense an art is like a human being it isn’t perfect theres always that space for improvement.

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I draw in my spare time, It takes my mind away from the madness out there, It is something that appeals to my soul, It gives me utmost joy when I get it right even when I dont I change it into something else because with art theres always another option; anything is art.

Find something you love, so when you a feeling down you can always use it to feel better šŸ™‚

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SatisfAction..

From the deepest confined space of my bedroom, I write my heart out like an artist paints his work to perfection. emotional attachment is not always usual but when you finally get acquainted with someone, you tend not to understand how to react when there is a distortion in that space of unbalanced spectrum.

Disagreements are inevitable but how long will it take before you both depart and not talk to each other anymore or how far does your intolerance go before you both get satisfaction somewhere else. It’s never a steady road when it comes to this thing called commitment, but I guess to be, you will need to cultivate your sense of satisfaction. Satisfaction for the things you have and the ones that surround you.

Some seek attention, while some have too much attention than they bargained for, either way neither of them are satisfied, they want more and they seek less, how crazy is that, well thats just the usual encounter of Life. A wise being once said the secret to happiness is been satisfied, another one said we never miss what we have until we lose it. If you get some form of attention now better embrace it because I can assure you it is still better now than when you die, lay in the grave and you hardly get visited like a castaway.

Less is more, Ā solve the complexity of this statement, actually its not complex, It just amazes the thought process how it perfectly works or lets say fits almost every situation.

It’s BACK….

Few months ago, it was bright, warm and comforting, the city was filled with noise and excitement, tranquility could hardly sleep or have a peaceful time. The olympics came to the city,Ā vibranceĀ of multiculturalism in all forms possible, it brought the world together into our city, great time, great fun an experience of a life time, a summer with an unusual twist. The whole city was lit up, a moment millions won’t forget shared memories, pictures taken, atmosphere buzzing.

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Every good thing must come to an end its just the progressive and regressive cycle of nature, just like you eat but your still hungry, we are hungry for more moments like this, but at least we had a moment. The sun was out yesterday providing me the liberty of wandering around with less layer of fabric, but its unfortunate how it boarded a night flight yesterday, It would be gone for a while, The weather is feeling blue and cold once again.

This is the moment everyone keeps to themselves, when the streets are quiet before the night time, when the day switches off its light earlier than normal. A time of the year when layers upon layers of fabric are worn. Its winter and am shivering again, cold smoke emitting from my mouth, hands tucked firmly in my pocket, outdoor feels quite discomforting, only comfort would be, holding on to a mug filled with hot morning coffee. Its winter , that time of Ā the year.