hello, my friends! i spent my saturday working on the rather disappointing drawing above, which was inspired by the song can’t fight against the youth by panic! at the disco.
if you can’t tell, it’s supposed to be graffiti — which is viewed by most as disrespectful and horrifying. why are you getting so worked up about some drawings on your boring buildings? it’s art.
you never hear about middle aged people spraying designs on walls. it’s always the youth. and no matter what you do, these kids are still going to be rebellious and daring and making choices their parents would never make. that’s how this works. can’t fight against the youth.
keep kicking. put up a good fight.
listen to the sound of your children revolting. (beaten in lips // beartooth)
oh, and happy easter. have some chocolate.
my pictures have all been blurry lately. i’m not sure what’s going on. maybe something is wrong with the camera. maybe i can’t stop shaking long enough to get a clear shot.
it’s finally spring. that means emerging buds and slight breezes and dandelions exploding from the ground like fireworks and the musky smell of the pear tree settling over the backyard.
the redbud tree is one of my favorite plants that has made its home here. it’s a pink eruption of delicate flowers amid the overwhelming green. the blossoms are edible; they’re tangy and sweet with a slight crunch. they taste like nostalgia.
you know how christmas can just sneak up on you? you spend all year wishing it would come faster, and then when december arrives, the days speed up and you don’t have enough time to make it feel like a holiday.
there are things that make the holidays feel real, and for me, it’s putting up lights, decorating cookies, listening to christmas music and singing it obnoxiously loud, sitting in front of the fireplace, and, of course, snow.