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Let It Go. (June 2016 )

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Let it go by victoriadeyemi june 2016

I think June 2016 so far has been the craziest month, I moved my entire life back to the UK and the UK decided (against my will) that it wanted to leave the EU. June required a lot of adjustment. Life will carry on, maybe not as usual but it wou.

Let it go is mainly about the act of forgiveness; a topic I was sort of exploring right before I left France. I guess it followed me to England and inspired its own post.

Let it go.
The shadows from our past may haunt us, deeply rooted in our veins; they use unforgiveness as nourishment.
The most fertile soil for such a thing.
It’s vines are like puppet strings.
It sprouts teeth not flowers.
Baring down, they sink in and steal.

However, God has called us to be free, not chained by these things.

Who knows?
Maybe such events needed to have exsisted?
Maybe this was the thing that made you who you are today.

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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.’

Exoskeletons and Wallpapers

20151120_130159 (1)Exoskeleton, is the second time I’ve used paint on canvas in France, It took me 4 days minus the days where I waited for the paint to dry. I think it has been a while; the last time I ran wild on canvas. It was definitely inspiring and kind of liberating. I love it, when I turn the canvas into landscape, its like a river in the wall created from touch.  My only regret is that the canvas was not big enough, for this piece I needed more room.

Exoskeletons and Wall papers.

“… who lied and told you that you died when you stopped breathing?”

My exoskeleton fed off anxiety, fear, rejection, tears and grew into this uncontrollable thing.
It itself was not a lie, but it was a potent liar.
Potent because all of its lies were logical.
So much so, that believing them became a necessity.

It taught me:
That I could never be in control of myself because humans are machines fuelled by motivation which in turn is controlled by emotions.

By that reasoning I couldn’t ever trust myself.

That happiness does not exist;  it was strictly out of our reach because humans are naturally selfish and inherently evil.

Thus by justification all systems fabricated by people are evil.

This taught me to trust in nothing and in no one, which wasn’t very hard, because it was all logical.

But when it taught me not to trust God, I stumbled.
I stopped breathing. Thinking “this is it”.

“But who lied and told you that you died when you stopped breathing?”

Runaway (Sept 2012)

Runaway By Victoriadeyemi
Runaway By Victoriadeyemi

I got bored of doing things chronologically; in accordance with the lay out of the Black Sketchbook. So I decided to delve further into the past. Runaway is not a member of the Black Sketchbook. No, it is a member of the White Sketchbook. The White Sketchbook was my first ever sketchbook, it was a gift from my Father and it has approximately 30 un-used pages remaining in it. I seldom use it, not because I don’t love it but because it is an A5 Sketchbook and does not allow enough room for expression.

I have also decided to take a different approach on my presentation of the pieces from the White Sketchbook. Therefore I will not be saying anything about what motivated Runaway or how I feel about it. However I will leave a little caption below; (thumbs up to anyone who gets the caption’s reference)

If I could run away,

to the shores of freedom.

Where no one lives.