... as hyperactive and chaotic without a free minute, I feel suspended in a reflective moment, undefined ... looking for a reason. The open fronts are a thousand ... I just hope to have the strength to stand up and always know how to deal with them with dignity, one by one. Looking up from the desk ... by myself ... I also know how to find the words to say something sensible about the events that are happening in the world ... I speak often, but not that it has nothing to say. Indeed. Just do not want to end in talk, sounding as much in the end, totally self-referential about things much bigger than me. And dramatic. And that goes well beyond my small, trivial riflessioncine from peanuts.
let it slip away thoughts ... as silly selfish tears mixed with the far more significant blows of the rain that flows all around us. And this time I cling to a summons to find a sense of what I feel. The
illustrazioncina I posted is nothing more than a color digital esercizietto I started to do last night, a 30-minutes-draw "to try to improve a certain approach to the lights and shadows that I was noted. Now added to the list of things that I want to work! :) ... The sound Bladerunner then could not take me to draw one of my girlie cyborg ...
soon,
Paranoid Android Francy
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