I completely suck at making titles for my artwork. There's just so much "standing girl", "man face" or "monster walk" you can have, and I detest most names that mean something obscure. "Dexterity", "Sustenance" and "Grave realities" are not good names for literal illustrative works, dammit ( Read more... )

Little kids shouldn't get pitied and comforted when they pick their scabs, feel pain and see blood, and start crying. They should get their hands slapped and told not to do it again ( Read more... )

I wrote a scrap of non-rhyming poetry and put it under personal entries. Lately, the thought of letting people see that sort of stuff makes me embarrassed. It reeks of amateur poetry, tears over broken hearts and dead rhymes. Sky-my-cry-fly, love-dove ( Read more... )

Work frequently causes me to stress a lot like never before. I couldn't imagine I'd be stressing out over phonecalls so much! And I make a lot of phonecalls, I'd like to say. Actually went and looked up anti-stress tips. Breathing works. Good tea works too, I'm drinking hibiscus tea right now ( Read more... )

We saw a Socotra Cormorant at the beach today. Totally alone, probably off to the shore after digesting a meal. He calmly came, waddled around the shore, got petted by the kids and went off back into the sea. There, it was briefly caught by some Chinese-looking assholes, who spread its wings and hit it with a ball. I still can't believe how bloody ( Read more... )

"Every day is a template ( Read more... )

[ ] I am shorter than 5'4 ( Read more... )

Установилось некое затишье в моих дневниках. Я давно не писала, не документирую важные события - просто нету желания. Возможно, стоит изменить тетрадь для дневника, оставить определенное время для его ведения. Обычно я писала до сна, но теперь я сразу засыпаю.

Отец Константин Кравцов ( ( Read more... )