Thursday, July 29, 2010

Snow Lily.. is that a real flower?? ((OLD post))

now this painting, particularly inspired me.
mostly because when i had first seen it, it looked like snow on the branches, then as i got closer and noticed the flowers budding, it made me think:
wow, that's really cool. like winter then spring.
perhaps like the changing of seasons,
or how quickly time passes.
the background of this picture, really inspired me, because of its color, and how it seems to draw me in. i like how it is not just a Burgundy, crisp red, but more of a streaked with white red.. like blood.
its simply fascinating for me.. anyway, i hope you like the short story..
Catill looked out the window into the garden. it was blooming with a vermilion of colors, sweeping the sweet perfume of the flowers into the room. it's scent was luring her out of her chair and towards the back door. of all the scents in the garden, only once perfume, lured her truly.. the smell of the Snow Lily.. imagine the best smell in the world, then double it..
the flower was so rare, that Catill's mother had to lock the garden door so nobody would steal it.
she walked out onto the deck towards the gate that led to the Snow Lily bush.
she walked in and the most beautiful scent in the world hit her. for a moment it was like there was music playing, and Catill almost wanted to reach out and touch its soft brown branches, and possibly caress the Snow Lily's petals...
" CATILL!! GET OUT OF THE GARDEN AND GET STARTED ON YOUR HOMEWORK RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!" shouted her mother from the house and Catill reluctantly closed the gate and went back inside, to enjoy the fragrance from a far..

Saturday, July 24, 2010

JB/MIka/ somethings wrong with me...

look, i will give Justin Bieber as much respect as he deserves, but really his voice will eventually go out when his puberty kicks in, and he will end up on one of those "Where Are They Now" shows for all the has been artists. and sure right now hes young, but youth lasts only so long.

and unless you fight, you burn out easy. its just how it is.. and at this point, Bieber wont get anywhere except into the hearts of 10 year old boy crazy girls with pig tails and an unhealthy addiction to the Jonas Brothers, who will eventually grow out of him and move onto vampires and ware wolfs.....

but Mika, he's lasted this long and his music will continue through the ages. he has serious talent. not computer generated voice synthesizers.. close your eyes and listen. if at that point you're still not satisfied, then there's this cool thing called a mouse. just move it and click something else.

that being said..

i hate when i feel threatened. or when somebody calls something i am passionate about, irrelevant or stupid... Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but do they have to hurt me and my feelings? i say this because someone i'm not particularly close to, but don't mind hearing from now and again, said someone i mentioned on Facebook stupid. i have no personal connection to the person i mentioned.. at least not in the way that i have met them... anyway... i'm just being selfish and stupid......... am i?

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

all my dreams are strange

Picture this: a huge sale at a really big, (one story) department store. Everything's practically free. And as stuff in the different sections go out of the lights above it do too. It's very dark in the back of the store. There is people everywhere. apparently I am well known. But as I ponder it more and more, I'm more curious about this dream.. Now you may not think this dream was weird, but i guess... you had to be there! =p

I read somewhere that dreams only make sense when we are in them. only when we wake up, do we realize how silly they were. Normally my dreams are strange and make me question my own sanity. I once had a dream about spray painting hippos in a zoo. when I told my brother, he said his dreams are pretty rational and make enough sense. (He's two years younger and I'm convinced he's a super genius).

But me, I'm the artistic type.Ii love to draw and take pictures and run with life. But one good things about having crazy dreams, is that it opens my mind to possibilities and ideas for life.

"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
--Robert Frost