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Inktober 6: BOUQUET
Another original character! Her name is Amanita, she lives in the woods and is a potion maker.
Decided to draw ship art of me and Scarecrow from Legends of Oz (not Batman this time lol)
I’m basically just gifting him a bouquet of flowers but the pollen (coincidentally as a flowergator) made me sneeze my flowers on him. He doesn’t mind as he and is in fact flustered. <33
I got a new f/o y’all! Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz, mainly from the Legends of Oz but also 1939 version too! (And the Tom and Jerry one but we don’t talk about that one/hj)
I’m deciding the ship name to be ‘Floracrow’ just to now confuse it with my Batman Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane self shipping name ‘Scareygators’
Before anyone freaks out, that's not Huan. Now we know who won the genetic lottery.
I was just sitting at my desk, drowning in assignments and projects, when an intrusive thought just bonked my brain. So, have this very messy sketch of what Huan's mom looks like.
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Bouquet de expectativas y flores.
Acuarela sobre papel Fabriano 100% algodón.
23 x 30.5 cm.
2016
Inktober Day 6 "Bouquet"
Inktober 2024
Day 27: Road
A bouquet for George.
Today we had to say farewell to one of our seven babies, George, who lovingly shared our life for ten years then succumbed to a short illness.
We are devastated as he was such a Love...like the rest of the family he leaves behind, Pipkin, Momo, Leafy, Lychee, Monty & Bodhi.
R.I.P. Georgie White Tip.
One Day
We will meet one day
Under the starry light
In a field full of blooming wildflowers
Surrounded by legends and fairies
Me, in a fiery gown
You, in a crisp tuxedo
Both yearn to be found by each other
Eyes wandering surreptitiously in the crowd
To get just a glimpse, maybe
Or maybe to touch and feel that you’re real and alive
To feel the essence of your skin
Will it be warm?
Like sultry winter sunlight
Will it be cold?
Like summery ice
Though it deems unattainable
Feels like the end of the world
In between the impossibles
We will find each other one day
- Shireen
Life, as we know it, is an unresolved
mystery,
An unnerving puzzle,
We spend our lives unravelling it,
But still unable to get the gist of it,
Though sometimes, at some stage,
We may think that everything is under our control,
Everything feels calm, collected and
content,
But that's the moment when life shows its true face,
It is the point when life throws its dice and turns everything upside down,
In a matter of moments, we lose everything,
Now, everything becomes disorganised, disgruntled, and dishevelled,
Things started to change, turning into
incomprehensible circumstances,
And with time, we do get to understand the mystery,
Not much, but enough to survive while alive,
For how long? No one knows,
All we know is that it's better to try live as much as we can,
Until we are here,
Until we all turn into ash & bone, buried deep down into the mysteries of what life is.
- Shireen
I feel homesick,
It's not the first time this feeling is engulfing me,
Drenching my soul with the same whirlwind of emotional turmoil,
I am tired,
Exhausted, in the process of discovering a place called home,
Where I can be happy and at peace,
A place, that holds a promise of delight,
Where I can be wild and free,
I feel this home is out there in the wilderness,
Calling me,
But it's elusive,
It feels like I am chasing the beloved moon,
I know it is there in front,
Ready to be touched and felt,
But still far far from reach,
No matter how close I get to it,
It slipped from my hand,
Like sand in a desert,
I can't hold it,
It's sinking away into oblivion,
And I start feeling homesick, again.
- Shireen
@shireentapestry
If I could fly,
I would fly to the mountains,
To taste the charm of peace and serenity,
To know how people feel,
When they are climbing to the highest point,
I heard that the mountains sing,
I would love to listen to those songs,
And dance in tranquillity ❤️
- Shireen
@shireentapestry
I want to run away,
With someone in the middle of the night,
And go on adventures,
And see the world,
And eat at cheap truck shops,
And sit on top of the car,
And look at the stars,
And just be somewhere other than here...
Credits to the respective owner😊
It happened once again. She saw that dream again, though not an actual dream but a terrible nightmare. She found herself at the same place, debilitating. Where nothing was visible, only darkness prevailing at everything. She was crying and screaming for help, but nobody came to rescue her.
She heard that people often help girls if they are in need of it, but nobody came for her. Why? Was it because she was not beautiful? Or maybe because she was not fair as a girl should be? She cried over and over again, wandering everywhere on the streets, reaching for myriads of people, asking them to help her, but nobody gave a damn about her. She was devastated, yet hoping that she would be alright like all the happy people used to be. Days had passed, but her situation was getting worse than before. Nothing good was happening to her.
Maybe because she was so irreparable that no solution seemed reasonable to her. But one fine day, she met a few people. People who suffered a lot in their life. Instead of lamentation, they were living their lives like a hero, believing they had won battles. Battles, that made them the great people they wanted to be. Those moments exchanged with them gave her hope to deal with her pain. With each passing day, she was becoming more powerful, both mentally and physically. A new believer, acknowledging that everything would be okay if only she learned how to fight like a warrior. Then one fine day, she saw herself standing in front of a door. A door she had never seen before. Never in any dream or in a nightmare. Surprisingly, she did not remember how she reached there. A door which was shining brighter than anything she had ever seen in her life. She was striding ahead to reach the doorknob. As she opened the door, it became impossible to see what was lying there. But suddenly the light was starting to get fainter, and then she finally saw that that light was coming from a mirror. A beautifully carved mirror that she once saw in an antique shop.
As soon as she touched it, that mirror evolved into HER. It was impossible to believe for the human eye, but that mirror started to speak. It said, “Beauty always resides in you. It does not matter whether you are rich or poor, dark or fair, tall or short. Remember that you are precious. What you have, nobody else has ever had. Be who you are. If you ever try to be like someone else, then you will lose the charm you have. People are depressing themselves with the things they can never have. It is better for you to be happy with what you have right now. If you cry for the things you never had, how will you enjoy and cherish the things to have? Life is a mixture of appreciating small moments that stay with us till we die. Live your life to the fullest, not just drag your days to death. You never know when death will take you. Work hard, have faith and achieve anything, and everything good in life.”
@shireentapestry
Shireen
How can we disregard the magnificence of messy handwritten letters,
The attractiveness of bouquets of handpicked flowers wrapped in a newspaper,
The magic of stargazing in the night, lying somewhere in the park,
The mystery in roaming around in the museum, admiring the out-of-the-world art, finding something new in overlooked pieces,
The admiration to hold onto something nostalgic & wretched,
The tragic history of forlorn love,
The tale of forgotten people,
The art of letting things go that shatter the soul for so long,
To wait eagerly for the long-lost passion,
To have everything all at once,
To be the old soul without the care in the world,
To live peacefully for once in life…
@shireentapestry
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