The girl with her voice in a cage

Varsti came to terms with the fact that she was different from her peers at a very young age.
But the other children (who we know mostly imitate their elders) would constantly tease her, because of her difference...you see, her voice did not come through her mouth, but through the tiny beak of a yellow bird that she carried around wherever she went...


But what the other children didn't know was that she had a secret...something that they would envy... Because through the bird, she could talk not only to humans, but also to nature, trees and animals who would await her passing by so they could listen to the stories she would tell...
...and that is how Varsti found out that trees could weep, as diaphanous petals would fall in her presence...

Friday Fete

I try to keep a few hours, free on Friday just to sketch for the fun of it! Usually this entails downloading an audio book, pressing the "start" button and spreading ALL of my paints around my couch/bed...
I imagine I have the silliest grin on my face while attacking my moleskine....

a sketch of Eva

It's been nearly two months since my previous post.
I have been working on getting better and discovering life again- the simple things that I love.

I'm sure it's a cliche: i love to paint and draw... touch with my pencil every contour and experience every colour.

" Eva" was one of the skecthes I made today.