This is the World That We Live in.

There are days of perfection, like a few days ago when it rained, and there are days of stress, depression, and overwhelmed-ness(I made a word). I am currently living in the later type of days. All this week I have been subject to mellow feelings. Mellow can be good, I tend to like mellow, but not sad mellow feelings. Those are unhappy. 
So, to try and redirect my despondency to happier tendencies I decided to think of art. I have been having fun in my sketch book lately but have no pictures of it to show you at the moment. 
I love looking through sketch books to see the work method of other artists. Their ideas in raw form are more fascinating to me then the finished product. Sketches and rough drafts share about the person behind the art, and it is the people i love :) 
Art is the direct translation of your thoughts onto paper. Pictures you draw or paint are windows into your mind and personality. Emotions have little other output as profound as art, in my opinion. 

A sketch book is a world in which you can live forever. Things can be just as you want them to be, anything you want is yours, anyone you want to be you can be. You get the jist of what i am saying? Yes, of coarse you do. 

I weep at my own deficiency, these hands are beautiful!

So CUTE!!

Love the colors! 

 This is beautiful. Castles are so beautiful.

 Elephant!

Love. LOVE love love love LOVE this 

I love the creativity of the title of this one. The artist must be fun to talk to. 

I love art.


All my happier enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger.

Can I Hold Your Hand?

"To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life." Pablo N

    Is that true? Is the disire to love and be loved what drives us to live? Surely, we all want that one true love that will cause our emotions to burn beautifully through blood and bones and brains. Is that state of being what we need to survive and thrive?

    I think it is.

    Humans are capable of many types of love. I have no such perfect love that many imagine the instant they hear the word 'love' but I have others. I have a crazy mad love for my dearest and closets friends that won't fade away. I love my family greatly. Oh, and I deeply love my dog Scooby. 

    My greatest love is reserved for Jesus Christ. I love His completeness because he is in me, and therefore I am whole. But only with him. WHat human can complete me? 

Those are my loves. I love all sorts of beautiful things as well, like sunsets and the sea. Soup on cold days, slippers and skiing. 

     I hope you all find things you love today, you'll find yourself bunches happier. Here is some love from me to you.

    You are beautiful. 

  All my lovable enthusiasm, The bursty Blogger.

Ferris, I will marry you.

You know what? Screw it! Teenager-ness sucks. It just does. Old people are always like, "Oh, do anything you can because it's the best time of your life." or, "Being young was so much fun. I miss those days of youth." Well, the whole do-what-everthing-you-can-while-your-still-young thing is so crap. The minuet you do something "Stupid" like sitting on the roof or running around in the street in front of you house at night the old one crack down and are all, "That was irresponsible!" It was a side street where you can see the cars coming two blocks away!! 
And then there is the I-miss-being-young thing which is also a false statement. What they really mean is," I wish my joints still worked." They seem to delete the hormones and stupid relationship issues. 
Who wants to be a Teenager?! I don't. I want to be comfortably settled in my mid-thirties, married to a Scottish guy, have three kids, and living in some other country where I teach art to underprivileged kids while illustrating books. That is what I want. Teen angst can go die!


I just realized the hypocrisy of that last sentance. I am full of teen angst right now and it is fun, in an angry sort of way. Listen to Broken Boy Soldier by The Raconteurs while looking at these pictures and you'll know how I feel.

Well, I feel refreshed I suppose. Now I am going to go mope in the kitchen and eat some food. 

All my Angst-y enthusiasm, The Bursty Teen Blogger