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The little girl and the flower

Мандарин🍊 по speed-paint'у от @v0lha ! • Ролики этот девушки просто что-то волшебное! Огромное спасибо вам✨! • Насчёт серии работ по "🍄Лесному марафону" – по истечению опроса будут как календари🗓️, так и конверты✉️! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #sketch #sketchbook #sketching #art #artmarkers #arting #draw #drawing #touch #touchart #touchmarkers #copic #copicart #copicmarker #marker #markerartist #markerart #markers #illustrator #illustration   #instartist #instaart #stylefile #arting #terracotta_arting

Hey there! I hope you’re having an amazing day! ☺️ Here’s a blue beauty for you. It reminds me of crystal clear underwater world 🗺 🌊 . . I’d say this is a variation of turquoise color that is called Aquamarine. “Aquamarine has a power of enhancing creativity and inspiration, the color aquamarine calms and balances the mind and the emotions.” More at: www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com/color-turquoise.html . I don’t know about you, but I definitely can use some balancing color in my everyday life. 🤗

They had the night wrapped around their shoulders.

Crap. Ran out of Oxygen in the middle of silver soldering this big slab of bronze between two slices of mild steel. I guess they are “tinned” for the next time, got to hit the welding supply in the morning. . . . . . . . . . #instartist #metalsmithing #machinistlife #machinist #manualmachinist #homemachinist #maker #instamachinist #precision #shoplife #sculpture #heavygems

In the early 90’s I was on tour in Hong Kong I went to the night markets and had my future told by the birds. A tourist novelty. The birds are invited to look at you and whichever one apparently has your number will jump up and down. The man then opens up the cage and the feathered soothsayer cocks its head, takes a moment to look you into the eye, then hops over to a pile of cards, flicks through them with his beak and chooses one. They are small birds, like wrens. Only one seemed to get excited by my incredibly successful and glittering future. Clever little bird I thought. Luckily I was with a friend who translated as the old man only spoke Cantonese. My card told about a poor fisherman who became so obsessed by the moon that one night he thought he could actually have it for all for himself. Leaning out of the boat at a precarious angle his fingers touched the surface of the water and he thought that he had finally captured his beloved moon, but as soon as he had touched it, it was gone in a wave of tiny ripples and he fell into the water and promptly drowned. End of story. I really had wanted the name, phone number and address of the man I was going to marry, the doomed fisherman was not what I was after. Alas, I was given this story, which at the time painted a pretty bleak future, or even worse suggested that I was naïve, gullible, shallow and, let's face it, stupid. I knew what was real and what was not, I told my 21 yr old self – humph!  I remember tromping off through the markets thinking not too kind thoughts about that little fowl pipsqueak and how crap it was at tarot cards, and that I would just buy me some cheap ass clothes instead. As I get older though I think about that little bird and the card it chose. How often over the years I have reached towards something only to find it a tawdry facsimile, or just a reflection of me reaching toward something, like being in an Escher work. This image reminds me of that little bird.