Tag Archives: pencil sketches

Home (Aug 2017)

 

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Home by Victoriadeyemi

Home

As uneasy as it is to understand, my worst fears are associated with my home. My definition of home isn’t the typical one of ‘a place where I live in, with my family’. To me, anything that I can associate with hope becomes my home. For example, the special people in my life, my aspirations and most importantly God. I often refer to Jesus as my home. When I wrote this piece my home felt like it was hanging in the balance; I tried to hold on to everything with my hands and heart but it was slipping so fast.

 
The colour pencil drawing, as usual, is a reflection of my state of mind. I haven’t made her look utterly destitute, so I guess that even in my state of confusion and strife, I still remain hopeful that things will work out. Sometimes we are forced into paths that we couldn’t predict but wished we could. However, even if we could predict some of these things, it does not necessarily mean that we would have been able to stop them. Not even when we have the entire force of a supernatural deity on our side. I think the important thing is learning; most things happen so that we can learn from them and come out newly formed. God wants us to grow, and how he chooses to make that happen is entirely up to him, but I think that we have a say concerning how long any unpleasant situation persists.

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Accidental (Jul 2016)

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Accidental By victoriadeyemi
Initially being 21 did not feel that much different from being 20. My thinking was; It is not really change if the same things keep happening but in a different way.

Accidental.

Tired birds singing tired songs.
Singing the same song centuries past.
Future to come.

Are you not exhausted by repetitive things?
LIAR! in swift denial, gently coaxed by

wandering voices; near and far.

Liar and thief: victims and oppressors.

Trapped in an endless dance, a vicious cycle.
Quick to condemn.
Slow to change.
In swift denial, gently coaxed by wandering voices.

All My Friends Are Turning Green (May 2016)

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All My Friends Are Turning Green by Victoriadeyemi. 


All My Friends Are Turning Green 

Hear the words of an artificial introvert.
One who felt too guilty to be rightfully happy, who instinctively took on the burdens and sorrows of others’ misery.

Hear the words of one natural critic.
At the birth of an opprobrium.
One who dealt too harshly with herself.

Hear the words of the one, who constantly battled with the idea of freedom and the premise behind escape.

One who fought himself every midnight, frantically chasing himself in the desert. This is actually hilarious, because it is impossible to escape from one’s self.

It is sometimes easier to shut yourself out, to become closed off, detached, uncaring. But you shouldn’t; the world is just too interesting and intriguing to do that.

Testing. (Mar 2016)

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Testing by victoriadeyemi.
Colouring pencils. And lack of sleep.

I wish I could come up with a better name. But only this made sense.

Testing.

If eyes are the windows to the soul, we should be able to see tales in peoples’ eyes. What then should be assumed of people whose eyes say nothing?

Is  “Genuineness” the defining factor in the difference between real helpers and people-pleasers?
I presume the right answers can be found when you search each heart. But no one is willing to, because sometimes we find the ugliest things buried deep.

True treachery lives deep inside the heart of men. And it is the sole creator of chains that bind.

Part 2
What should you do when the precious things that surround you become an actual ring of fire?
Rapidly closing in on you.
Sometimes, It is a lot easier to set yourself ablaze than to put out the flames.

 Especially when you only have your hands.

Once, I hastily tried to put out the scorching  flames with nothing but my hands. Even as the fire roasted my flesh, It took me a while to realise that there was sand underneath my feet.

Cool sand.

Sand that I could have easily kicked over the fire.

The Thoughts That Rocked Our 20’s. (Mar 2016)

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Only My Winnings By victoriadeyemi

Shout-out to the friend who lent me his colouring pencils.

The Thoughts That Rocked Our 20’s.

An inexplicably strange time. I have never been as precarious as I am now. I am unsettled, charitable yet unforgiving, fast and slow.
My life feels like a paradox.
I am a walking contradiction.

I am growing and shrinking at the same time.

I am cautious and reckless.
And it is wild.

My heart clings to the present.
With each hand I hold on to both the past and the future.
One more loosely than the other.

Don’t you dare unnecessarily challenge me.  I will call you out and will probably completely disgrace your pride in the process.

Right after I panic and (maybe) cry.

But its all fine because through God,
I can make things happen.
Even seemingly impossible things.

‘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.’

Atashino Tsubasa. Betrayal (Jan 2016)

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Atashino Tsubasa (My Wings)  By Victoriadeyemi

HB pencil and Red chalk.

My Wings

It was the sound of my heart breaking.
When I forged for you clippers to break the hedge. “Set me free?”
Instead you used them to rip out my wings.
Cracked the bones even when they were still attached.
Robbed the desert soil of it’s gold.

These are my just rewards;
For there is nothing new underneath the sun.
“Whosoever breaketh a hedge, a serpent shall bite him”