Hey guys! Sorry Alex and I haven’t been around. Just in case you’re wondering, yes, we’re still in school. The semester ends July 31, then we have a month off. I’m still without a scanner, so that really, really sucks. But, I do have a dream I’d like to share. So please, bear with me! Click to read more …

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Hello everyone, Marisol and Alex here! How is everyone doing today? I think Alex and I are doing alright, we’ve just been really busy. Now, I’m sure you guys are reading this saying “huh? Alex and Marisol?” Yep, we’re both posting under the same blog today. Why, you may ask? Well, I will tell you.
A few weeks ago (it may have been a few months ago, I’m no longer sure), Alex and I devised a plan about how we can create a joint post. I came up with an analysis post where he and I look at one picture and we each come up with our own interpretations of the image. This is a bit of an experiment on the male and female perspectives of art, if there is such a thing, that is. Today, Alex and I will be analyzing  “Unrequited Love” by Deviant Art’s Elfdaughter (Averil White, who is also a new contributor to Sketching House, so please give her a warm welcome. Ms. White comes to us from the United Kingdom). So, without further ado, let the analysis begin! Click to read more …

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Y’all are probably sick of me writing about my dreams, but to me, a dream is a movie built in one’s subconscious. Movies are art, therefore, so are dreams. Dreams are rather artistic if you think about. The colors are more vivid and you can do things in a dream that you probably couldn’t do in real life. In real life, can you flap your arms and fly? Didn’t think so, unless you’re a duck or any other type of flying mammal or aviary animal–flying squirrel, sparrow, falcon, goose–just don’t be a turkey. I can’t fly in waking life or in my dreams. Dreams are the subconscious’ way of painting portraits of our lives, like a Salvadore Dali painting, only without melting clocks…  unless you dream about melting clocks, then be my guest.

Every night, I’ve been having the same dream over-and-over again. Remember the mass-suicide-via-poisoned-punch dream? I keep having that dream every night. In addition to that dream, a new dream has occurred, but I’ve only had this dream for a few days. My dream involved getting married–a happy occassion–but not this time. Click to read more …

Tags: Boyfriend, cars, computers, Crying, Dali, Dream Analysis, Dreams, Falcons, freelance writing, incompetency, Marriage, Marry, melting clocks, Persistence, Salvador Dali, snowblowers, tears, Wedding

Life is mysterious and cruel sometimes, don’t you agree? Sometimes, everything is great, then things fall apart like bricks from a building freshly struck by a wrecking ball. For me, this is how the past few days has been like: a rollercoaster on a rusted track. There has been many emotions, many tears. I have been angry, sad, and downright defeated. I have had my share of happiness, also, but that emotion did not come often. It was a week of mourning and displeasure. Click to read more …

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Thanks Sami from Flickr!

Snow is falling, acting as prelude to the bitter cold that is arriving in a few days. I’m tired of cold weather, and sometimes, I’m tired of the snow even though it’s so pretty. I’m not a fan of winter; it’s depressing and drags on too long. All the bleakness makes it hard for me to feel fervent, which, if you think about it, fervent sounds the opposite of what it truly means. Anymore, I just feel so down and hopeless and it’s hard to find that silver lining or little glimmer of joy. Click to read more …

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Tala here, after working on my tutorial, I’ve been dealing with my own relationship issues. Ever since I was little, I was always the girl who didn’t have any ‘real’ friends, just other friends who wanted to use her for some reasons. I used to have crushes on these guys, but of course, they didn’t like me (one did, but due to a friend issue, it didn’t last more than a week). Anyhow, I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, I’ve always wanted a dream guy to find me and take me away from all the hurt. I always draw what I feel when it comes to that as well, drawing my ideal guy, but not so much with looks, but the emotion, the action being shown. My ex was a very romantic guy, someone who was openly emotional, and yeah, that was wonderful for me. He came to see me, I had someone who told me everything I wanted to hear, but… sometime after my 20th birthday, we started to drift, and he ended up moving on to another girl.

Well, that indeed was a bit of a blow, but, let’s back up a little bit. Around the time we were drifting, I had met a friend. This friend of mine was a cool person to hang out, and his name was Kyojen, but I call him Kyo, or, more affecionately Kyo kyo. He and I hung out while I was being ignored by my current ex (who at the time wasn’t) and all the loneliness I felt, decimated. He was able to make all the pain and sadness go away just by being around me, and what I thought was cute from the very start, was that, he’d get a little jealous when other guys would show interest. From that point on, I don’t know what it was, but, I felt safe with him. We grew into greater friends, inseperable, we were a dynamic duo that everyone knew, they’d see us together and knew it just felt right. Click to read more …

Tags: destiny, Dreams, fear, heart, heartbroken, hope, Love, Rant, relationship, romance, sad, tears, tips, trouble

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Last night, I had the same dream twice. My boyfriend came over to my house to visit and we downstairs to my basement like we usually do. Instead, my basement was not my basement, but a maze with bright blue skies and tons of trees. My boyfriend and I decided to go through the maze which was not very hard because it seemed like we knew what direction we were going, like we had built-in GPS. We found two parts of the maze: a dark room that looked like my downstairs bathroom, and an area with a pipe. When we went through the pipe, there was all these birds, water, and trees. Pelicans basked on the rocks; two falcons swooped and danced in the sky. We were in awe and happy here. We turned around and came back out of the maze and went back upstairs to my living room where my entire family was. They were all preparing for something; my mom was mixing punch,  my dad was going through papers, my niece was dusting some knick-knacks, and my dog was chewing a bone, wagging her tail. My boyfriend and I sat down and started to sort through my baseball cards so we can finish putting them in alphabetical order. Then my mom comes out of the kitchen and says the punch was ready and asked us all if everything was in order. My dad and niece said “yes,” and my boyfriend asked what we were supposed to be ready for. My dad said that this world  was just not worth living in anymore and that we were all committing a mass suicide in my basement by drinking my mom’s punch (don’t drink the Koolaid!). At first,my boyfriend and I agreed to do this, so he and my dad went downstairs to wait for the rest of us. I had just finished putting my cards in order and my niece hugged my dog. I looked over at my furry best friend and started to cry, asking who would take care of her after we were gone. My niece got concerned and hugged my dog who was just looking at me with her sad eyes and tail wagging. My mom came out of the kitchen again and said for us to go downstairs. I looked down at my baseball cards and my eyes caught an Eddie Murray Montreal Expos card and I asked my mom if she can send my boyfriend upstairs a minute so I can talk to him before we joined the rest of the family. She told him, he came upstairs and we both realized how stupid committing suicide was because both of us had so much we wanted to do in our lives. We took my dog and escaped to the bird-filled nature area never to look back. Then I woke up. Click to read more …

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