Grafitti. Street Art. Creative Expression. Whatever one wants to call it. I have come upon the beauty of this art running along the sides of subway cars and trains, making the old look cheerful. When I stop and think about it, the old cargo trains were the first place I saw it, at least a hundred years ago.
The supplies. She works deftly, using whatever means to reach places that are too high a stretch. What we see here is only a rough draft of her work. She will come back again and again, filling in the spaces with more color and imagery until one day, nothing else fits. It is like a party for my eyes.
She says that this has allowed her the freedom to feel once again. When I go back again, I will take a picture of her finished projects in the different stages I have. She does this every single day.
Love is all around you!
As always, a flower. This flower is dedicated to #WednesdayYellow #Colorchallenge by @Kalemandra, who colors my world every single day.
So the joy may touch your soul
(¸.•´♥ (¸.•´ ♥
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
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