Mountain Laurel Foxes, 2014. Amy Albright.
Derwent tinted charcoal, soft drawing pencil, colored pencil, and pastel on Canson drawing board.
Find me on tumblr as queenofthefoxes.
I’ve woken up to Marvin Gaye every morning. It doesn’t get better than that.
Hạ Long in Double Exposures.
Flower Garden (1905-1907)
11 of 12: “Shock”
I’m in Spain?! What…
I just want you to ruv me
The Five Stages of Grief | Victoria Siemer
Denial | Anger | Bargaining | Depression | Acceptance
Running out of creative ways to express how I feel.
Smoking is gross, but…
The ethereal figures of Alexandra Levasseur.
"Night Talk" (2014) by j0sh1e.
Tell me things you wouldn’t dare tell another.
Everything just keeps piling up
Off on another adventure!
I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me—
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire—
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.
Edgar Lee Masters