to some sun, but nothing

I have had urges to write here, to express emotions, but I never sat to draw them. (I knew drawings won't lie, and the mind using words is so cunning.)

I am trying to be rational these days and only do what I should.
I don't know when my mind will allow some dreaming/drawing, letter writing.

It is a bit sad that romantic movement and beauty isn't given a part in the show. Poor thing will have to wait in the dark.

Who knows why I am sharing these photos

Yesterday I found a blue and orange hair bands on the car floor. I loved how they looked in the surrounding colors and took a picture. As it often happens, the camera didn't see what I saw, but there was some resemblance.

Behind the baby dolphin carcass there are four black dots. Later from a distance, we watched the vultures approach it slowly.

Don't know what these guys are called, but loved their shape. They dig themselves in the sand to hide.

Finally, suddenly started working on the 8 pieces. Had so much fun, I love color. Had technical difficulties though,  but a good helper in the afternoon.

So excited I get to see what happens in these pictures tomorrow. A bit worried about messing up too, loosing the good parts. 

Doodles

I got to doodle today. I love it. However silly the outcome I am posting 3 pieces to celebrate the process of free drawing.

 I shared part of this image already,  but  that's the whole photo.

I hope you like golden light and rivers.

I wish this wasn't for the shadow of you

Maybe among all the doing of necessary things, I can find some time to play with water colors.

Acting impulsively again? There are 8 canvases waiting to be turned into agreeable decoration, but I started playing with my colors. Out of hunger.
Best to you.

Discarding clay pieces

Some pieces made by the kids worth photographing, I thought, before we throw them away.

Everything or Nothing

continuity
breaks
learning
or not
I can't sleep.
Because of jet lag.
New beginnings? The mind likes to think. I used to share such intimate experiences . But the mind said this was weird, useless, bad. Unacceptable. But then, writing  not intimately seems pointless to some other part of me. A much larger, way more powerful. This is to explain the name of the post.
I was in my home country for two and a half months. I didn't write from there. (Just a couple of times. ) It is a different life. A different world. Now that I am back in the civilized world I may resume writing. Even after the jet lag's gone. If not to pour my heart out, at least to track my attempts to make boring art. I am quite good at making boring....well it's not even art, drawings. Anyway.
If you allow me to show one thing only, it would be the PAINTED chest! I really liked it. I hope you do too. At least a bit.
Love.

Because what else makes us want to share?

An epiphany!

Hello air! The epiphany was, that my drawings don't have to be good. Hooray! Drawing itself is more interesting than not drawing.

Sofia , well Bulgaria is full of stray cats. Ha, the same applies to Romania. The cats above I drew from pictures taken in Romania.

People listening to a zookeeper talk about the elephant in Sofia zoo.

 Mostly shoes on the train today because it is least embarrassing to look down while observing.

 All I managed to capture . The same zookeeper was throwing zucchini at/feeding the hippo. He often missed or the vegetables would bounce off the hippo and fall into the moat : (

Was so sad I had to get off. Loved drawing these ridiculous bow tie summer shoes.
Good night. Thanks for taking the burden off my shoulders.