For my piece, I decided to depict some weaver finches. Their names come from their intricately woven nests which are the most complex of any bird. I was drawn to these birds due to their amazing nests as well as their habits of nesting together in large colonies, sometimes inhabiting only a single tree.
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Let’s all use today to get rested and rejuvenated so we can hit this coming week head on with everything we’ve got! What else are Sundays for, right?
Also, don’t forget that our new exhibition MIDNIGHT opens up this Friday! The opening reception starts up at 7pm and runs until 10pm, and will be chock full of cryptic, symbolic artwork that digs deep into the subconscious images that our brains create. Each piece is based off a dream(s) that were memorable for the artist and as the viewer, you’ll have the opportunity to leave behind your interpretation of the ever-present symbols that may be trying to seep from their subconscious into their conscious minds. Check out more details here - we hope to see you there!
She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out… Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts.
She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out of that particular divot. Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts.
His love for her was quiet and constant, familiar and soothing; it was almost its own thing entirely, like a worn rock or a set of worry beads, something he’d pick up and weigh in his palm occasionally, more comforting than dispiriting.