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You can either run from your past or learn from it

You can either run from your past or learn from it

July 28, 2014 at 1:09am
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12:01am
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I guess that this is my biggest work to date. It’s an A1 format ink in cardboard - a drawing that took almost half a year to complete. Also used watercolor, pencil and markers.

I call it “The Companion”. A story about two friends - a girl and her imaginary pet - who travelled for a long time, saw many beautiful places and met a lot of new people, creatures and animals who joined them as their journey continued. They arrived to something that resembles the edge of the world, and at first it might seem that their adventure has come to an end, but the girl is pointing at something high above that we cannot see, showing to her companion that there are more things to discover and enjoy together if only they wish to continue moving forward.

It’s a metaphor for the life experience and the luggage of our imagination. Everyone has a friend - the creature of mind - that follows them from the first day of their life, picking up experience, memories and emotions. We decide for ourselves what to load the vessel with, what the faithful creature of mind and memory will carry along with us to the edge of our existence. 

Travel, see, feel, collect everything you find in your life - you never know what things you will want to have with you when the journey comes to an end.


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July 27, 2014 at 11:59pm
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11:58pm
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10:09pm
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I am in love with a boy
who ripped me apart
to keep himself warm.

We open ourselves like thick oak doorways,
draw out the welcome mats
with years of dust and dirt ingrained.
My eyes are windows,
he pulls the shades shut.
Everyone carries around something
ancient baggage
but my hands are cracked and swollen
from the weight.

Silly women
are always working so hard
at lessening themselves.
Silly men
are always working so hard
at owning them.

But I was not unlocked.
My name was never ‘Home’.

— Michelle K., He Named Me ‘Home’. (via michellekpoems)

July 26, 2014 at 1:28pm
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2:50am
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2:12am
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It’s all fun and games til I have to wear a dress that makes my tan lines look ridiculous. #ohwell #thestruggle #atleastimnotwearingacatdresstonight

It’s all fun and games til I have to wear a dress that makes my tan lines look ridiculous. #ohwell #thestruggle #atleastimnotwearingacatdresstonight

July 25, 2014 at 3:49pm
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trust:

taking a nap is always so risky like when will I wake up? in thirty minutes? in 3 hours? in 9 years?? no one can be sure

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