In between fresh flannel sheets, in a clean room. The scent of candle wicks and wax and their slight amounts of smoke snake and rise in the air.
Today has been one of self love, love, and slowness. One of those days when I get up before the sun rises, and am moving about in a hoodie (hoodies up!) and running shoes to all sorts of places to get errands done.
There is an enjoyment in things as simple and basic as picking out the food that will nourish me in the next week. There is a humbling feeling to it. To be able to go and gather the food I will eat in the next week from a store a few blocks away with money that I have for it.
I drank coffee while having a long conversation with a friend back in Brooklyn. It was an incredible conversation in that I learned so much. About my friend, about myself, and about how trust-filled friendships and relationships are the places that we can all, truly and in a lasting way, grow.
There are those moments where we feel we have come so far, and simultaneously recognize how much further we need to go. Today was one of those moments.
(pause)
I'm really getting into using gouache, lately, in painting. There is something incredibly satisfying about the vividness- the opaque brightness- of the colors as they absorb into a thicker, white watercolor paper.
I have been documenting.
My relationship with writing on a keyboard, writing with ink, painting, and drawing has been fluctuating so rapidly. Different utensils for different moments. Different mediums for different expressions.
For now, I go back to reading.
It is always suspicious when one's amount of production exceeds the amount of of time spent to absorb, and seek for, influence.
be well; be loved,
k.
(photo via a--t--m--o--s--p--h--e--r--e tumblr)
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