Not sure if I'm attracted to you because you're cute or because you're a writer.
Either answer is acceptable.
Especially the first.
My neighbor loves his flowers and the season that brings them. He’s in his eighties. We don’t see much of him in winter aside from when he blows the snow from his narrow driveway, covered in vibrant ski-wear, pelting our wall and windows. I expect to see him soon, though, shuffling the edges of his small yard, hands locked behind his back. He’ll uncover the areas he’s wrapped and caged, protected with wood and tape against the winter winds. He moves slower every year. He’s sick. His wife, Flora, has to help him. She calls out his name, worriedly, more and more. She frets. He has problems with his lungs, the kind that don’t get better. But when I see the tiny blue wild flowers pushing through the snow, when I dare to ponder the awakenings of Springtime, I think of sharing figs with this neighbor once more, and how he gives Nina tools he no longer uses. How he asks us to water his flowers when he goes away. How he’s also gruff. He hasn’t many seasons left because you only get so many and he’s already had a lot. He says the things old and sick people say, like: every day is a gift, and he seems to mean them. Once, when small child neighbors made a terrible racket, he said something that will live forever in my heart, and hopefully even light the way for me. The sound of young people having fun. He said it out loud, and he smiled into his summer drink.
[Painting: Bulb Fields by Vincent Van Gogh, 1883]
T.S. Eliot in London, 1958 (by Larry Burrows)
Artists’ Palettes, L-R: Delacroix, Van Gogh, Monet, Seurat, Renoir, Gauguin
Coming of Spring
I’m practicing illustrating by choosing an editorial concept and coming up with ideas as thumbnails, then I choose one and finish it. I’m still working on my execution and my process, so I’m not quite as fast as I’d like to be (nor as dependable), but I’m learning a lot. This piece took me 4 days from thumb to finish.
Biro and ink heart
No flag, no country!
no but seriously guys this is the history of the british empire in a nutshell
One more month.
five facts ask - 2
Well, hey, might as well, before I go to class.
2. Five Facts about a previous relationship.
How about the one I just ended:
And yes, I realize it was an abusive relationship. I don’t know why I stayed, shush.