pretentious much
some days i stumble on my own soul and find myself being inspired. and in the end, for whatever the ethos of tao may be and as abhorrent as beauty may be in the viewpoint of eternity, hell, i'll pick beauty over and over again. because without it, there would be no art, and without art in life, it's an empty shell of monochrome.
this much i realised after selling my soul in pursuit of a degree and some supposed ideal of a "cushy job". but on those rare days when i listen to therapist's cover of here comes your man, when i catch an art exhibition with cw, see the dior couture shows or like today, when i let myself loose in spotlight and chance upon the loveliest fabrics and walk away brimming with ideas in my head, i find that soul i traded away and truly smile. it's that sense of feeling ALIVE and having your batteries charged to the maximum, that, heck, everything's quite possible really and the future isn't some bleak winter of discontent.
these days are getting rarer with the years and so sparse that i forget that i can actually feel this way.
twas a lament.
in other words, those fabric were fucking gorgeous - ruffled silk with embroidered flowers and the sort of thing that would make a perfect flowy dress that's fluid as liquid gold if you could cut like galliano. the setback? i can't sew an article of clothing and those fabric are about $105 per metre.
on hindsight, i did sew the top back in MG for the racial harmony shizmas, and it wasn't half bad. :X
this much i realised after selling my soul in pursuit of a degree and some supposed ideal of a "cushy job". but on those rare days when i listen to therapist's cover of here comes your man, when i catch an art exhibition with cw, see the dior couture shows or like today, when i let myself loose in spotlight and chance upon the loveliest fabrics and walk away brimming with ideas in my head, i find that soul i traded away and truly smile. it's that sense of feeling ALIVE and having your batteries charged to the maximum, that, heck, everything's quite possible really and the future isn't some bleak winter of discontent.
these days are getting rarer with the years and so sparse that i forget that i can actually feel this way.
twas a lament.
in other words, those fabric were fucking gorgeous - ruffled silk with embroidered flowers and the sort of thing that would make a perfect flowy dress that's fluid as liquid gold if you could cut like galliano. the setback? i can't sew an article of clothing and those fabric are about $105 per metre.
on hindsight, i did sew the top back in MG for the racial harmony shizmas, and it wasn't half bad. :X