I rub my frozen hands.
The joints slowly stiffen
They solidify in one position
Never to move again
I wrap them around a cup
Of my favourite tea
A moment of relief
I force them to pick up the pen
And chalk up the words.
Mangled letters,
thoughts crossed out,
spilled ink.
I force them to work
Clumsy
They let Things Fall and Break.
Today I let them.
How many chances do we have, how many attempts?
Who keeps an eye on the outcome?
Sometimes we only pretend to try
so as not to appear hypocritical
We give good advice that we never take ourselves.
It is much easier to look good than to do the right thing.
Do we really want to do the right thing?
Or do we want others to fail as we do?
It's easier to endure a lack of success when we see only failures around us.
A cool compress of other people's pity on burning shame works, but only for a short while.
About the drawing
Today another instalment of a collaboration with @samsmith1971. Thank you Sam, it was lovely and inspiring one!
Let me know what you guys think.
I've been lacking confidence lately when it comes to drawing. I've been working on a another character from Dune. I am so far very unhappy with the results. I destroyed another drawing today. I lost my joy of working with the pencils somewhere along the way.
I will try again tomorrow.
I wish you that this week will treat you with kindness
Yours,
Strega Azure
I used cryons: off white Derwent, white Faber Castell
Drawing & pictures are my authorship if not stated otherwise.
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