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Thank YouI sit in class and listen to the teacher drone on about whatever it is that we are learning.Thank You by Brin-Chan
It's not that difficult. I'll just look it up in the textbook later if I have troubles.
Even if I wanted to listen, my mind wanders away.
My eyes are caught on my left hand. I twist my wrist and wave my fingers.
They dance in the air to a silent song.
Staring at my open palm, I try to remember the feeling of your hand in mine.
I still can.
I miss that feeling.
I walk into the lunch room and see you in your usual spot.
It's right next to where I used to sit.
I miss sitting there.
Now I settle for the one on the opposite side of the table.
I get a better view of your smile, so I like it there too.
You wear that sweatshirt I love so much.
You wear it so frequently.
It's slightly painful.
Every time I've ever seen it, it always has made me want to hug you.
Every time, without fail.
The awkwardness between us that drives you away from me now,
Is it really that terrible?
I thought it was always there
When Angels FlyWith trembling hands, I bent down and opened the bottom drawer of the table and pulled the old typewriter I used when I was still in college. The clean sheets of paper were atop the desk. I took one and fed it to the typewriter.
I stared at the blank paper for a long time. How would I start? Do I even have the courage to put down into words my feelings? And yet, when my fingers started hitting the keys, they danced as though they were alive. I wrote down my thoughts—opening my soul to write as honestly as I could—and yet keeping a lid on my emotions, so I wouldn’t bawl as I tell my son how very badly-sadly he was being missed.
It was still two days before Sam died. But the words in my heart couldn’t wait anymore. The emotions started pouring out on paper, amusing me how the five years we were together had held so much beautiful images.
Like a moving-picture, the images fluttered in my head. And my pen started
Avatar: my wheaten terrier, Molly. She just seems to come along wherever website I go. Check out both my dogs here on an old youtube account www.youtube.com/watch?v=czjFjM…|
My name is Louise, and I am still a relatively new artist. I was born in The Netherlands, lived in France for 10 years, backpacked through India, Sri Lanka, and trekked in Nepal. I arrived in Canada 12 years ago, and am married to a Canadian, who often advises me on my artwork, gives me new ideas, and is really my very best critic.
We both love bird photography. We're blessed with the most beautiful birds in our backyard and close surroundings, so a camera in hand comes naturally.
I've been posting on DA regularly for the past 2 years; photographs and traditional art. I received 4 DD's (Daily Deviations) for both categories, one of which is a depression awareness poster. Over the years I participated in the Ottawa Art s-in-the-Parc Show, sold some of my works there as well as in our local Christmas fairs. One of my earliest and prettiest works is even adorning a big dental office in town. I am feeling incredibly happy to have touched some people with my artwork, enough for them to want to look at it every day. It's a special feeling, knowing your original artwork is hanging on a wall somewhere in different places.. in Holland, Canada and the US. Inquiries for purchasing any of my original works are always welcome.
Two years ago, I started with acrylic paint out of pure curiosity as to the feel of it. I worked on canvasses with paint, white, silver and gold pigment ink. Then I discovered foamboard and artboard. And I went from paint to Sharpies, on to Copic-, Touch-, Pro- and Prismacolor- markers and finally moved over to Bristol (vellum) and drawing paper, and Faber-Castell Polychromos colour pencils.
I most love working tedious and intricate designs. So it wasn't long before I discovered mandala's (circles) Working on one shuts out the world, my mind goes blank, and at the same time, I become extremely alert. Drawing them is a kind of meditation, or I rather call it personal training. Sometimes, what looks like a mistake was done on purpose, and other times, a true mistake does happen and offers opportunities that I hadn't counted on but accept happily, since it ends up making the piece different and more interesting. I try to never, ever waste a sheet of paper. Mistakes or not, I will finish my circle. However, I don't post everything I make
Suffering depression and anxiety, I found working with art can be a wonderful outlet.
Over the years I've posted so many deviations, that currently I'm in the slow process of cleaning my page and reducing my gallery to a more manageable quantity.