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‘Follow Your Heart'(Sunken) Feb 2016

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Sunken by victoriadeyemi feb 2016

Sunken was supposed to have been done in colouring pencil. I feel like colours would have given it more life, but I left all my colouring pencils in London, and didn’t feel like buying yet another set. I already have 3.

Dedicated to strong women everywhere and to the special ones in my life who inspired this.

Follow your heart. To where? and at what cost?

Whilst he thought of ways to follow his dreams, she thought ‘how do we pay the bills and eat?’
Not that she didn’t have any dreams of her own, but she was evidently more willing, albeit reluctant, to make sacrifices. “You make certain concessions to protect your own”

Ending up deeply wrought by a situation she concluded to be the fault of his selfishness and egoism.

Rocked by the thought that she would have happily supported anything, if only he was at least following the voice of God. Not that of his fickle heart.

After finally accepting that chivalry is not actually dead because it never really existed, she could really only blame herself.

‘Its just, as you go through life, you’re bound to sometimes forget that people are just human beings. Regardless of who they are, what they mean to you or the promises that bind them.’

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Memories. (Bird)

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Bird

I’m not sure if this is a memory or a memory of a dream, but I was walking home with someone. I cant remember if it was a friend or one of my sisters. It was raining and neither of us had an umbrella. I was typically worried about my hair but it wasn’t so bad for me, because once you stop worrying about getting wet, heavy rain (or fat rain, as we referred to it in my memory) is crazy fun. She, on the other hand hated the whole experience; She didn’t like randomly jumping into puddles of water and she did not like the feel of rain on her skin because “it felt like acid”. As I concluded writing this, I became less sure if this was even my memory at all.
I wonder, if memories could be seen physically as an entity, what would it Look like? I imagine its form to be ever-changing and sometimes fading. I imagine it to be inaccurate and terribly flawed. I imagine it to be the least constant thing in the entire universe, because in the same way we can choose to see what we want to see, we are also capable of choosing how we remember certain events. Whether consciously or unconsciously.

There are so many other things I’d like to say about Bird.

Maybe one of these days  I’ll give her her own segment.