Moving into my own room, having alot of space and time to myself isn't necessarily a bad thing
Though I wish being in a relationship allows me to have the joy of both
time and space for myself, and with a partner.
The last role played was apparently, a fool.
Now with time for reflection and deep thoughts,
i was reminded of the artist i always wanted to be.
Yes, granted that being a designer sometimes labels me as an artist too
but an artist, who paints and lives in her world of make beliefs and having her own gallery!
Exciting.
I was planning to have one sometime by the end of the year
but hey, plans are plans
and for an artist, timelines are the worse enemy to creativity
Ha! What a good excuse.
The thing is, living in my own room now reminded me of a lot of things
I used to have my own room living under my parents
and I would pack everything, everything that I owned into that room
including shoes, shampoo and even food if possible, yes imagine that.
When my parents are home, I feel like I went home for a visit
And when left alone, being in the room alone
I imagined myself to be overseas, independant.
I imagined the friends I would have, friends I already have
and the possibilities endless
yes, for now, I am an artist who lives off bread and butter
since I am broke, such a role don't seem difficult to handle
yes, i shall put up some pictures soon.
pictures of my pets, my work and liviing spaces...
within the room.
ny
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