When I was a kid, I used to draw a lot, and I did it purely out of boredom. But when I almost finished school, all my activities basically did not bring any joy to me. I started thinking about my hobby. I had no mood at that time, so sometimes I began to take up the handle and began to write what I had in mind. To somehow distract from the letters, I painted the notebook in different patterns - so it was easier for me to distract myself. When two months passed, maybe four, I began to write in this notebook additionally different ideas to create some game. I gradually began to devote more time to drawings that could help in the design of the game, and the first drawing that I made, so the whole piece of paper was drawn in pencil and which helped me find my style was this drawing, later I called it "Human with Animals". It was much easier for me to determine this or that idea for the next production in the game of different elements when I started looking at the picture. I had not
Where emotion, soul and being are diluted... by angevla, journal
Where emotion, soul and being are diluted...
In this remnant of memory that time seems to erase, In fine traces where emotion, soul and being are diluted, Meeting in the wear and tear of what we may have been. But there remain within us these glimmers of light that cannot fade. En ce reste de mémoire que le temps semble effacer, En fines traces où se diluent l’émotion, l’âme et l’être, Rencontre en l’usure de ce que nous avons pu être. Mais, il reste en nous ces lueurs qui ne peuvent s’estomper. hyneige Thanks a loth hyneige for the wonderful poetry Merci beaucoup hyneige pour la merveilleuse poésie