This must be the last piece I have in my pocession of past works, it was made during one of my first stay in psychiatric hospital, while I made tons of primal tiny masks and heads in clay, now this combined with the art I see on tublr, the need of creating becoming stronger and stronger anew made me decide to start making rag-dolls, so I focus now on trying to draw what will be the first one by doing squetches and researches, It is hard to fight against my brain, but I must succeed. I am now done looking into the attic and ready to start a new journey
A lil picture I made this summer that makes sense to me only now.
After making some mistakes again, that I am sure of now, put the persons I was trying to become friend with into ignore mode, I have hibernated some days waiting for an improbable answer and now at 6h05.AM I feel finally like a new day as come.
Being a no-man’s land where everything must be reconstructed is hard, but way better than being dead inside like I once was, I often act like a kid in this world of adults, and make the silliest moves, but I hope I will be able to grow-up without sacrifying this part of child in me.
Now ready again to jump into the action and continue the reconstruction
Thanks to you stacyrules and your blog, browsing through your awesome blog helped me tremendously arriving at this conclusion and not dwell on this recent mistake,
Anna Rynefors and Erik Ask-Upmark | Amollarn | Dråm
Amongster by POLICA