For the first time in quite some time I have no place to be; this new city lives and there isn’t one place or person that needs me. It is a suffocatingly belittling feeling. Being needed is something I have taken for granted and for the first time I feel alone. Everyone that I care for is so far away and a phone call can’t fix it.
Last night was my first proper night in my own apartment and instead of crawling into bed and sleeping until noon like I expected, it felt unwelcoming, foreign, and I couldn’t sleep. I’m tired and sad. I’m not one to feel homesick but I am dangerously close to that area.
I thought writing this down would make me feel better but it hasn’t. I hope this feeling passes quickly.
I was four when I first acted – it was in a series and I remember everybody and everything so well. Every detail is printed in my memory so clearly. Yet, I don’t recall any technical stuff that particularly inspired me to become a director. I wasn’t some sort of nerd or wannabe-director that asked tons of questions about aspect ratios and knew the difference between 35mm and 16mm. I was just busy running everywhere and enjoying myself and being a kid. I loved acting; I loved playing dress-up; I loved sets and their vulgarity – adults would always speak about their sex lives even when I was there – I loved everything about it. But I was an actor, a child actor, and couldn’t foresee what was coming for me, nor know, back then, what I really wanted. [x]
Keng Lye - Alive without Breath (2013) - Hyperrealistic sea animals created using acrylics and epoxy resin, layer by layer
I will reblog this artist’s works every time it comes on my dash omfg
No fucking way
I was enjoying this like a child.
My intense stare, and calm demeanor was replaced with “Oh gosh.. Mm.. Look at all the colorful fishies.”
Then they were all painted, and I just stared forever.