Charcoal-ing

"I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned
 how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and
good feeling". It is Frida, I'm still trying. Mistakes in
this is that,i drew her eyes is too big.

I tried drawing Vanessa. Orion Vanessa Carloto, this picture
 is from her other account, @filmforher, Italy diaries, the
 time when she need to get her heart healed by time because
 of the separation between her and the man she thought
she's going to spend her life with.

I got so inspired by the cartorialist, she sketch like
she's not afraid what i'd turned out to be and people can
see it in a different way and gosh everything she draws can
tells so many different story.

This was inspired bt the cartiolist too, but i changed
it a bit, and at first i thought it was the girl from pulp
fiction. those bangs and cigarettes.

His little girl. Always

Time. Time affects change. Remember when you were a little girl and the one that would protect you the most is your dad? Then time flies, where you feel like you don't need any shield, where you want to find love and be safe in someone else's arms. That doesn't happen to me. At all. In my age, 16, I'm not changing to be those girls, I don't even wanna be, and I'm not trying to. I know i'm going to be someone else's but it's still a long road. Girls nowadays are like that, literally. Let's have empathy, how would your parents feel if you'd rather choose things besides your family, and left them like they don't mean anything to even though you're all that matters to them? It's heartbreaking. I know that they gotta let us go and explore while we can but at the same time we should spend more time while they're still here. I'm always my dad's, his favourite, even my mom notices that. I can still picture the days when i was 6 or 7 years old, sat on his lap on the bed and watching Lion King, or The Spirit: Stallion of The Cimarron, laughing and cuddling with him. Quality time with him. Always. And I;m glad our father-daughter bond doesn't even bend, or break. There's no changing in that. We're still the same. Now, even though he annoys me, asking me out if i wanna go to places or cafes with him when i know that he actually have a bad taste in choosing trending places. Still, i'd go with him, everytime i want to reject it, i always had a thought "don't do something you'd regret". I like the fact that he understands me so i can be opened up to him, sharing each other's story about what's happening recently, and also making jokes. He still know that i'm laughing even though my face doesn't show it.

Today, he and i went to the National Gallery to see an art exhibition "Between the Lines" and "Time Lovers". I am one lucky ass daughter to have a dad who got skills in photography.

After that, i persuade him, thinking it'd be good to go one to of my favourite coffee shop, Anomali because their green tea latte is the best, which i'm addicted to. I also find the place very comfortable, I love the interior designs, so we went there. Ordered green tea latte, my dad ordered Caffe Latte and we're sharing french fries for snacks. He's scrolling Facebook (which i don't play anymore) while I'm reading "The Way We Were" by Elizabeth Noble. Such a good Sunday, being with him, being his little girl, always.

Frida

Went out today, Senayan City. The only place my sister and i would go is the one and only Kinokuniya. Books. The smell of books is nice, i don't read as often as her, because i can't choose which one should i read and want to  avoid the ones when there's no happy ending because i could go all emotional for weeks or even months and people won't understand how i feel. Seeing books remind me to prepare the one, big room, full of books, like the one in Beauty and the Beast. That's what i would like to have in my future home. My own library and probably gonna give a little space in the corner of that room for a painting section or something, and an old fashion speaker on the top of the shelf, playing some blues or new york jazz.  Amen. Anyway, in Kino, the only thing that amuse me is the art section. These books tells about the process and the background of the artist. I admire it. How many time they fail, and how many time they try to find their own art style from their soul, from their heart. It's amazing. One of my inspiration is Frida.

yes, i am that girl who loves art.

Born on July 6, 1907. This mexican lady suffer polio when she was six, also got into a bus accident where she injured her pelvis, broken foot and dislocated shoulder. Her father incourage her to swim, play soccer and even wrestilng to help aid in her recovery, but that was the time she got deeply focus into painting instead. Her eyebrows symbolize herself. The reason why she paint her own self-potrait is because she's often alone and she's the person whom she knows best. I find that very confident. She married to a mexican painter, Diego Rivera, but at the end, they separate because unfortunately he was caught of infidelity, an affair with Frida's younger sister. She was broken hearted, a few years later, she got bedridden in the hospital from nine months because she was diagnosed with gangrene on her right foot but she suffered from it. The time where she's in the process of recovering is used for her to paint, and she never stops. The next four years, she got hospitaliced for being deeply depressed and poor health. Died on July 13th, 1954. What a damn ass interesting story of the background of this painter.