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Project 366: January 30 – February 5

Monika — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 15:05:07 +0000

Hunting the Wind

Monika — Thu, 27 May 2010 08:56:03 +0000

(“Trust me, everything is going to be fine.”)

Monika — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 13:13:58 +0000

“With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there’s nothing in it
And you’ll ask yourself

Where is my mind”

Just got back from the place where time does not exist.

Living in a fantasy and drawing pixies. Summer freedom – I love this feeling.

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Watching anime.

And yet, another cover. Konata’s hair is painted with a brush that was dipped into liquid spray paint – yes, I needed precisely this color that badly.

Loving every rise and fall of sun. Aren’t you?

My Wonderful City

Monika — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 15:09:34 +0000

Days…

…And Nights

Impressions

Monika — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 13:40:31 +0000

Rain, Melody Gardot, a cup of cherry tea and a smell of turpentine – I’m going crazy today.

Right below you may see just how much.

I need something warm and cosy to ease my mind.

Castelli di Rabbia

Monika — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 21:55:22 +0000

These dark and silent nights…

Black night is falling
The sun is gone to bed

when the snow is no longer falling with that perfect sound…

The innocent are dreaming
As you should sleepy-head

while listening to “Scatterheart” by Björk… and silently whispering:

My
Dearest
Scatterheart
There is comfort
Right in the eye
Of the hurricane
Just. to. make. it. easier. on. you.

“He was a genius of glass for many years now, like was his father, like was his father’s father, who was the first in the family to sent his peasant father to hell, and set off to learn the beautiful art of producing this magical stone, spiritless and colorless stone, stone, that had neither name nor past, stone, which he called glass”.

I am dreaming…

Sleepy-head, sleepy-head

…dreaming about a beautiful castle.

My little crystal palace. Handmade, given to me already a long long time ago.

Here the magic begins

Monika — Tue, 17 Feb 2009 21:27:27 +0000

Every time I travel I find myself in an unconscious search of beautiful places. No, I’m not talking about sight-seeing or places of interest. I have in mind secret mysterious corners, little separated worlds that seems to be silently whispering: “here the magic begins”, and during my recent trip to Riga I believe I have found one. It’s a small underground chamber named “Shot Cafe”. When you step inside, you get this queer feeling that you are somewhere in between “Paradise Kiss” and “Twin Peaks”.

Terrific mystical night. Wonderful night. Beautiful night.