You May Say I'm An Artist... by techgnotic, journal
You May Say I'm An Artist...
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By techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
I am haunted in this holiday season by the opening lines of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities, his novel about a society 250 years ago coming apart in its seemingly irreconcilable divisions. Could it be these lines define where we have come to find ourselves today?
“It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
in the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was the winter of despair…”
ur own epoch is one of the tec
I smell the night, so bracing and clean.
While the moon radiates a silvery sheen.
Inside the people laugh as they dwell.
I stay behind my mask, inside my shell.
I lie in wait, in wait, in wait.
For the coming of that which I most hate.
What do you wait for? They say.
I whisper so harshly: The coming of day.
But you hate light! They exclaim worriedly.
Yes, I reply. Exactly.
I lie in wait for the sun so I may hide.
So I may scurry back inside.
To my land of drawn curtains and the single closed door.
Away from it and our great war.
They wonder why I say I can smell the night.
With its glistening stars and its pale moonlight.
But
Album Whispers of ink hearts is a creative dialogue with listeners of Your Schizophrenia. Each of the songs is inspired by the letters, drawings, diaries from around the world. Thanks to everyone who participated in the creation of this album, thank you for your beautiful words and fragile pictures, for your dreams and poems.
It is a quiet and sad lullaby for ink stories slumbering in drawers of my desk.
Thanks to Rachel R.K.D., Bekz, Raziel, Maya Munny, Yulia Maggot,
Anastasia Bykadorova, Octavio Martinez, Izzy Gliksberg, Sophie Miracle, Menerva Tau.
LISTEN TO THE ALBUM WHISPERS OF INK HEARTS
This is my first time writing a journal, but hey... there is always a first time.
For the sake of truth, I have to say that I never ever shared my art with someone else. I like keeping it to myself. I never ever told people I draw, they just find out when they see my notebooks (you can imagine that).
So drawing for me was like an medicine, my own medicine. It came natural... and it was a part of me.
I never considered drawing a talent of mine, more like a part of me, a part of my soul. Without art, I wouldn't be me.
So now that I have started sharing my art and receiving your lovely comments, I actually am progressing, especially on digital