Tag: Abstract
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Red and Black Abstract Hearts
I’m keeping on the Valentine’s Day rabbit hole… yes, I’m aware it’s still December. I had a TON of fun with these red and black abstract patterns! Some of them give me the Alice in Wonderland Queen of Hearts vibe, some are just cool. So yep, here’s 12 pages of them!! Enjoy, and share if…
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Hugging the Shadows
For as long as I can remember, it has felt like my insides are a giant dark black hole. There was only pain and hurt and the frantic attempt to cover it all up so I didn’t feel it. Every love, every drink, and every person I needed to desperately like me was another patch…
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Alcohol Inks Swirl
Considering I can never have another drink, inks are the closest I’ll get to alcohol again. (a bit of dark humor there) These papers fall under the “just because they’re pretty” category. I’m not really sure how to use them, but boy do I like them a lot. The colors just swirl and bubble. I…
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What a mess we can make
We’re not usually TRYING to make a mess, we’re just doing our thing. Living, working, thriving, and enjoying our morning coffee. Then you look around, and just think “Oh boy, did I make a mess of this”. I think that’s alright in the end, we’re kind of meant to make a mess of things. The…
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How many layers and details go into your comfort?
For me, the deep smell of coffee, the steam on my face, and the warm mug in my hand all represent comfort. My real comfort is curled up and comfy, silence (unless nature is singing), maybe a warm blanket, and some coffee. But that’s just the first layer. Real comfort is what happens inside. It’s…
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The Unconforming Dog
What does his face say to you? What emotions do you see in those big eyes? I see an image much like my own. Messy, different, colorful, but not understood. Yet still beautiful. Still worthy of love and affection. Gloriously unique. What would it look like if, just for today, you loved every drip and…
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Abstract Colors Have Freedom and Joy
Colors and shapes, that seem to be so random and make no sense, yet just flow into each other. Messy, drippy, and fun – the strokes don’t conform to anything, they don’t need anyone’s approval to simply be what they are. They just come into existence with full confidence and unknown purpose.