“Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous – to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.” ― Thomas Mann, Death in Venice and Other Tales On one hand there’s light, on the other, there’s the dark. On…
This watercolour sketch was inspired by this artist’s work, and as you can see, the original is far, far, far superior to what I painted. But then this was an experiment for me. I’m really, really bad at watercolours, my sketches turn out better, so I’m glad that this turned out a little better than my previous disasters.…
So we are at an end to the 3 day quote challenge and once again I’d like to thank fellow blogger Harlife for this great opportunity. Don’t forget to check out this amazing and talented writer’s blog if you haven’t already. Since this is the end of the challenge I thought I’d side step the theme…
Hi Everyone, I have been challenged by fellow blogger Harlife to post three quotes for three days and select three bloggers in the course of these three days to take up the challenge. I had posted three quotes on Negative People yesterday. I’ll reveal today’s theme in a bit. But first, my thanks to Harlife who is an amazing…
Theme – Negative People
via Daily Prompt: Subdued “Hold the candle a little higher, will you?” He looked at her sullen and swollen face, the candle light accentuating her sullenness, concurrently softening the planes and curves of her face, bathing them in an ethereal incandescence. “Please?” he added. She responded by lifting the candle and her head higher. He peered…
via Daily Prompt: Promises He laced up his boots and took one last look at the mirror in the hallway, assessing if everything was in place. No, he wasn’t vain. It was mechanical for a soldier to check if his uniform was worn right, all its elements in place. It was mechanical because his mind was preoccupied…
She had always been a trainers and chappals kinda girl. Comfort ranked high in her list of reasons-to-buy-shoes. Heels and she never mixed well because those long, arduous hours of bussing tables, travelling in rickety buses and walking a mile to save a tenner could never be managed with heels on. Then again, it’s not like…
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I have been a doodler for a long time. At school I was (in)famous for scrawling behind text books, desks and registers. My teachers would constantly admonish me for the habit and my friends would encourage me to make their caricatures. I’m not saying it was a very healthy habit but it was something that always…
