Insomnia

Entangled with each other so, unsleeping one,
together we will outsleep the night.

- Galway Kinnell

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Illustration Friday – Confined
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Sleeps With Stars

 

In that place between dreaming and waking, everything is a blur.

Illustration Friday – Blur
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Hope

One day he’ll be in the sky again.

Illustration Friday – Flying

Secrets

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Illustration Friday – Patterns
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.Though she wouldn’t speak, her thoughts formed patterns on everything around her.
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Part of a series of illustrations.
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They say sadness is contagious

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Illustration Friday – Contagious

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Broken Dancer

They told the broken dancer that she’d never dance again.

I can  dance, she said.

No, they said, you’re broken. And they left her alone in the dark.

Then one day they found her on the floor with wings at her back and with a quiet smile she flew up into the sky.
And danced and danced and danced.
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Illustration Friday – Impossibility
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Photos

When we’re swamped with work and thinking of all the photos that we have to take and all the deadlines that
we have to meet, we sometimes forget the reasons why we started taking pictures. So we’ve put up this blog
not as a place  to showcase our best work  but a place where we go back to the pure bliss of capturing the world -
the colorful and the faded, the lost and the lonely, the hopeful and the happy, the painful and the poignant, the
beautiful and the strange.
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There are no whys or hows behind each photo there. Just stories and questions and feelings and seeing things
with new eyes. Some (or many) photos may not even be particularly beautiful but each one is a moment captured
- a moment that’s happening once, and only once, in the entire history of universe. A moment that passes by too
fast and will never happen again. And if we’ve captured a few of those, well, that’s enough for us. It’s always these
little moments that matter.
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http://www.happygaraje.com/photoblog

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http://www.happygaraje.com/photoblog

Geisha

Oh these little earthquakes

Here we go again

- Tori Amos

Illustration Friday – Poise

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A stranger to tears, she did not weep

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Her eyes were the colour of far away love,
Her arms were matching topazes.
Her lips moved soundlessly in coral light.
And ultimately, she left by that door.
Hardly had she entered the river than she was cleansed,
Gleaming once more like a white stone in the rain;
And without a backward look, she swam once more,
Swam towards nothingness, swam to her dying.
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- Pablo Neruda
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Illustration Friday – Pale

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Nostalgia

Sometimes she liked to pretend that she was a young girl again and everything was new.
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Illustration Friday – Pretend
Inspire Me Thursday – Coffee Break

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Constellation

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With a palm full of stars
I throw them like dice repeatedly
On the table repeatedly, repeatedly
Until the desired constellation appears
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?

- Bjork

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Illustration Friday – Strings

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Photo Blog

I will be uploading my photos HERE from now on instead of my old WordPress photo blog.
Feel free to visit if you have time

Dance

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It was a slow and haunting dance of remembering
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.Illustration Friday – Packed
Inspire Me Thursday

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Last Glance

These are unfinished paintings inspired by the book Life of Pi – about a boy who, after a shipwreck,
finds himself adrift in the Pacific ocean with an orangutan, a dying zebra, a hyena and a Bengal tiger.
One of the parts I remember vividly is near the end of the story, when only the boy and the tiger are
left and they finally reach an island. The tiger leaps out of the boat and pauses and the boy thinks it
would stop and look at him for the last time but it doesn’t. It bounds into the jungle and disappears
from his life forever.
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Sometimes I wish the tiger and the boy had one last farewell glance, a sort of acknowledgment
of their many months in the boat together, lost at sea.
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Illustration Friday – Island

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Say Anything

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Illustration Friday – Clutter
Unspoken words

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Come Home

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Every morning she would put flowers in her hair
and wish that he would come home.
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Illustration Friday – Routine
Inspire Me Thursday – Create Against the Clock

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Gone

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She made up her mind about her future on that long walk home.

When she arrived she went through all of her things and threw them out,

erasing herself quietly behind closed doors…

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I guess we’ll never know what she was thinking.

It’s just as well.

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- Rodrigo Garcia

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Illustration Friday – Detaching herself from her old life

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I wish I could sail away

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I go on to compare that infinite silence with this voice,
and I remember the eternal and the dead seasons,
and the living present, and its sound,
so that in this immensity my thoughts are drowned,
and shipwreck seems sweet to me
in this sea.

- Giacomo Leopardi

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Illustration Friday – Sail

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Dream

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When the lights go out, the sea would rise at the foot of her bed, like magic.
The four winds would guide ships to faraway lands and the stars would gather around her,
whispering their secrets.
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Illustration Friday – Poof!
Inspire Me Thursday – Shrink

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Factory

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My friend has a recurring nightmare where he finds himself in a world
where people are manufactured in factories and packed in tin cans.
I shudder to think of such a world.

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Illustration Friday – Canned

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Everything is fading

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“…but I will always remember the day that I met her.”
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.... .Illustration Friday – Foggy
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Chocolate Nostalgia

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The Chocolate Nostalgia site is finally up! It was changed from its original full flash version with animated stars, clouds, underwater creatures (and a flying Mark and Johanna perched on clouds hehe) to this simpler HTML version with only the waves bobbing up and down. We still have some things to fix but you may already check it out HERE.
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Website by Happy Garaje.
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Appearances can be deceiving

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Illustration Friday – Fierce

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Expectation

A hoard of secret faces.
Illustration Friday – Hoard
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It could be sweet…

…like a long forgotten dream
. – Portishead

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I saw this boy sitting quietly, blowing bubbles in a busy street amidst the noise and confusion of a festival.
It was like a scene from a dream long ago, almost forgotten, buried underneath memories of growing up.

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Illustration Friday – Forgotten

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Water Baby

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Illustration Friday – Baby
Inspire Me Thursday – Orange
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Someday

We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.

And yet there is someone, whose hands,
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

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Sour times.

For golliwog.
Things will get better.

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llustration Friday – Sour
Inspire Me Thursday – Healing

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Last Wish

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Inspire Me Thursday – Crayons
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When I saw this week’s Inspire Me Thursday prompt I couldn’t help smiling. I had a lot of happy memories with crayons when I was little. I dug up my old grade school crayons and brought them to the studio. There were many broken pieces and a lot of colors were missing but some old favorites were still there – salmon, periwinkle, goldenrod and bittersweet.  I felt like a kid again

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paint and crayons on paper

Half-formed Thoughts

Illustration Friday – Electricity

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Strange Things

He often wondered where the strange things came from
And in his heart, the longing to see what it was like across the ocean grew
- if they sang when the moon was full, if they danced when it rained,
if there was anybody there who was just like him.

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Illustration Friday
Seed - that from which anything springs

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