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When It Rains. (Dec 2016)

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When It Rains Victoriadeyemi

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Where does real strength come from

The painting was inspired by my peaceful state of mind, I used mostly pastel colours, which is a first for me. I was mainly thinking about what it really meant to be strong. Drawing from my experiences, I think that true strength is accepting the people that genuinely want to help us. True strength is having the humility to believe and the willingness to grow. True strength is holding a mirror to our image every now and then.

I think it is wrong when people say ‘true strength comes from within’. It is implausible to suggest that the origin of strength is ‘within’ when strength is not an intrinsic value. Strength does not come from ‘within’ it is just formed there. When we are born, we are born weak, vulnerable and dependent. We have our individual characteristics that make us different and react in different ways to certain situations. However, it is our experiences that form and develop us; our experiences trigger the fight or flight notion in our minds. Our experiences may be caused by the natural order of things, they may be self-inflicted or caused by others. But we can only develop strength when we make the most out of our experiences by appreciating them for what they have to teach us and appreciating the available help. We can only develop strength when we stop indulging in isolated thinking and self-pity.

 

 

In Pursuit of Happiness? (Jan 2016)

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In Pursuit of Happiness? by victoriadeyemi

The last time I sketched with ink in the Black Sketchbook was the first time. I used pencil as the outline structure because I didn’t want to make any mistakes. Ironically, I ended up making an irreversible mistake and couldn’t finish it. This time I didn’t care. I did not use pencil as the outline, in fact there was no outline. I just went with it.

In Pursuit of Happiness?

If I was ever to smoke,
it would have to be a cigar or a pipe.
I’d dye half my hair grey and the bottom half emerald green.
I’d turn my speakers to the loudest and dance on my bed.
I’d make it rain confetti.

If I was ever to swim in the ocean, I would dive into the very depth, until I was literally running out of air.

If I was ever to cry about the same things as before, I would do it loudly, in the streets. Wrecking havoc in the open markets.

If I was out again at 4am with nothing to do, I’d skate right in the middle of the highway… backwards, until sunrise and until the grit on my deck considerably erodes the soles of my converses.

If I was ever to run away, I would run so fast and so far. I would never come back, simply because I wouldn’t know how to.