i really don’t know how to call this
I ASKED YOU NOT TO CLICK!
okay, relax! if you’ve got so far, take a look, this is where i talk about stuff ± show stuff ± ignore stuff
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i’ll be posting regularly but please! - for your on saftey, DO NOT stay too long.
okay, relax! if you’ve got so far, take a look, this is where i talk about stuff ± show stuff ± ignore stuff
feel free to write me about anything
i’ll be posting regularly but please! - for your on saftey, DO NOT stay too long.
this is quite self explanatory. for now it’s just an idea, a sketch.
my initial idea was to make a small book with ideas and drawings I did and pictures.
i’m still not sure if it’s a joke or not cause this thoughts are real. i think the joke is that you can’t really unthink a thought but you can have an idea of what might trigger or clam them down.
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DOs in black
DON’Ts in red
I do ceramics for around a year inconsistently, lately I let go of the wheel and started make ceramics by hand and it works better for me. it’s slower, more thoughtful and more flexiable and I could ‘easily’ go bigger with my work so I wanted to try and make a simple vase for the first time, but it was kinda boring so I was thinking “I should make a hole just like my scars!” but then “I should do two so I can see the other si.. . ….” look, thoughts can be very violent, they can bully the previous one and erase it completely so no more quotes. It’s me writing and thinking anyway. What I like about this vase is that it can be multiple things, or rather meanings. Yes I did it to simulate how they open my chest to fix my heart and light came through, through the cracks and the struggle, the pain and suffer and I might suggest you should open your heart too (metaphorically of course!) and don’t be afraid to crack it cause light travels through the cracks.
my second favourite thought is more dramatic and somewhat negative, is how the vase can’t fulfill its own destiny by holding water to feed the flowers. I like the visual idea I had in my mind of trying to fill the vase and the water keep spilling out. (in some point i thought of water being blood but I like being dramatic).
I never knew what will come out, I was just playing and inviting thought after thought, idea after idea until I found the light.