DustyArt
A writer doesn't die of heart failure, but of typographical errors.
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music that words make. -Truman Capote
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Saturday, November 3, 2012
{Drawing.}Little Bells
I love daffodils. They're one of my favorite flowers so I decided to draw them. Aren't they pretty~?
{Drawing.}Nénuphar
I had some difficulties drawing this but this is an old sketch. I'll make sure to show you some improvements!
{Drawing.} Spring
Hi everyone! It has been a while isn't it?
I've been quite busy with school but I'll try updating often to keep this blog alive!
The 3 following posts and this post are some of my old sketches.
I've been quite busy with school but I'll try updating often to keep this blog alive!
The 3 following posts and this post are some of my old sketches.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
{Drawing.} Under The Sea (Doodle)
Here's a new little doodle! Hope everyone likes it .
Honestly, I prefer my previous one... I will work harder for my next one.
Honestly, I prefer my previous one... I will work harder for my next one.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
{Drawing.} Nation (Doodle)
Hey, I made this doodle as a school project (in a graphic/web design program.)
Just thought I could share this to everyone.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Friday, December 4, 2009
{Journal.} Snow Flake
People treated me indifferently. Was I a complete stranger? As I crossed their sights, their eyes were following my steps. Since childhood, I have never felt affection. Every single little things were kept in my mind, my mouth shut, I held unto everything, all by myself. I was seeking acceptance and welcome, but got no responses from others. My face, expressionless, breaks people' gaze. No one never wanted to care about me nor did I want to care about them. I had become a dull reckless person. The cold thick blood was continuously flowing in my veins and I could feel my body fall from high up in the sky deeply more and more into this humongous gap. Before I could reach its end, I sensed a warm presence. I finally opened my eyes. I found you on my way to the ground. My heart slowly started to flicker. Your touch... so soft... and cordial.. that I melt into your skin. I might be a burden to you but, even so, you still kept me with you. You pointed me the world, transmit the will to be reborn as a new person. The leak of happiness from your heart to mine only made me stronger. I won't ever be the same being again. I won't ever look at the world like the way I saw it. You brought me to the warmest place you knew, your heart.
I am no longer snow, but boiling water for you.
I am no longer snow, but boiling water for you.
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