|The cake might have been a lie, but Rattmann's return is not.|
I find inspiration in the gloomy, I see beauty in the funest. I appreciate the obsolete. The moments when I'm doing my worst are always the moments a glorious idea sparks.|
I'm a young lady (or, rather, a weird mixture of a mature adult and an immature child) with an early passion for drawing, a unusual imagination and personality, living in the Middle of Nowhere (but not for long). I started with traditional art (mostly drawings made in pencil and coloured pencils), but later I discovered digital art which I've been into for a long time. I also work in clay, craft easy things, and lately started working in wire, fulfilling my passion for jewellery. I know I am still a beginner, an amateur, and my art is still horrible, but I guess that better quality will come with time.
I used to fear the dark, but it became my best friend, flowing through me. Keeping me safe, untouched by others, where stands the colour of happiness and calm.
When the thirteenth lightning strikes, run for your life.
I also sell my jewellery. Prices, delivery methods and more details on the FB page.
In the park the regrets weep again...
With white feathers, black feathers
A bird with bitter voice
Wanders through the old park...
With white feathers, black feathers.
In the park phantoms appear...
And white leaves, black leaves;
White trees, black trees;
And white feathers, black feathers,
A scene of mourning, bleak...
In the park, the snow gently falls..."
Poem by George Bacovia.
Illustration by me.