Growing, blossoming, making its way unto this world
Worrying about being accepted and appreciated
Hoping to find its own place, make its own space,
A beauty as delicate as the raindrops
That will wither from the impurities of air
Grow little blossom, grow, and see the light of the day
Shine upon the beauty of your soul.
I want to wish my brother a happy birthday!!
It’s been a while since I last posted but somehow art is calling me yet again. Since it is my brother’s birthday, I grabbed my watercolor set and went for it. Because this is supposed to be a fast art, I didn’t sketch this with a pencil. Instead I directly used the brush. I am quite glad that my first fast watercolor portrait went out alright. This is just a small watercolor drawing , about 3 inches in size. So that’s that. I enjoyed holding the brush again.
Have a colorful day! – Melonaide
I’m currently out to accompany some kids in the poster making contest. It’s challenging to draw kids because they move a lot even if they’re watching a movie on ipad or if they’re drawing. But they sure are fun to watch.
I made a logo for my brother’s violin ensemble in the school where he teaches – Clair de Lune. It’s his birthday today and this is his special request from me. I exceeded 10 more minutes just to make some extra touch-ups. I love the moon so I truly enjoyed drawing this.
Happy birthday to my bro Edmond. 🙂
I miss my cat’s liveliness.
He’s sick at the moment.
He lost appetite and won’t eat.
He used to be fat and healthy but now he’s so thin.
We let him stay in the vet to be treated.
But he’s still weak with weird behaviors.
I at least want to draw the fat and cuddly Doro.
I hope he’ll be well soon.
Letting the colors loose,
Allowing each line through,
Let the water flow
And each paint blend.
Can’t do much with my racing thoughts
Nagging me much about my own flaws,
So I’ll just pick up the brush,
Even if my mind and heart’s restricted,
I’ll let my hands break free.
Reaching out as far as I could go
To a place only my mind can reach…
I stopped, yes, I rested for a bit
But on and on I will go…
Never giving up.
Always starting once again.
There might be a lot of frustrations
From halted plans and miscalculations.
But it is all better than regret
And giving up with a fret.
The world may laugh at my pace.
And scorn when I try to find my place.
But this battle I will always pursue.
I may rest but still I will continue.
Until the thing of my imagination
Is something near its realization.