I promised to show you my family photos which I found at home.
I have an old suitcase, my grandfather's, in which I keep all the things that are valuable to my heart. In particular photographs. My grandfather also liked to take pictures of nature. He was a mountaineer and often went to the mountains. I have a lot of pictures of mountain plants, peaks of snowy slopes and a smiling yоung grandfather with a large backpack on his shoulders.
But the photographs of my great-grandmother (my grandfather's mother) and my family in other generations have the highest value for me.
My great-grandmother was a doctor, and almost until her retirement, she held the position of chief physician of the psychiatric hospital in our city, in which, by the way, I managed to spend some time in the future for treatment (ironic, right?)
Here in the first two photographs is my great-grandmother, her name was Lydia. The photographs date from 1949 and 1952. Both photographs have the caption "for beloved Nikolai from Lydia." I don’t know who Nikolai is, but probably one of my grandmother’s men, who was before grandfather.
The third photo is already my great-grandfather, and apparently the photo was taken during the war in 1938. On the back there is a signature in a language that I do not know (by the way, if you understand what is written here, help me decipher it).
In the fourth photo, my great-great-grandmother Anna, the photo is dated 1923. This ink... this handwriting... Just look at it! I'm just delighted.
I am holding a picture taken almost 100(!!!!) years ago. I always look at these pictures and think what was this woman like? What is her character? What did she like? What was her voice like? I would like to live with her her most ordinary day, just look from the side. After all, she had her own life, her own worries and thoughts, she loved someone, thought about someone before going to bed. What was she thinking as she sat there on the other side of the camera as the photographer pressed the shutter button. And now, 100 years later, I hold this photo in my hands and think about it ...
Writing is getting harder and harder. The strength is getting smaller. The news is not encouraging. And I would like to have less negativity here, but these are the realities of my life now. I hope you tolerate me like this?
Do you know what I understood for myself in one of my suffering days? I love photography so much. If I had a lot of money and didn't have to work, ever, I would still hold the camera in my hands.
Photography for me is like a form of art. I photograph everything I see. My friends are already used to, and often joke with me, when I stand with the phone, I have a camera in my other hand, and a film camera hangs on a cord, and at this time I am in a strange position looking for the perfect shot.
Through photography, I convey the atmosphere, beauty, mood, feelings and much more. But at the same time, I don’t really like photographing people, because I think that first you need to love them 😅 And secondly, you need to feel them. I don't feel people at all. I am a lone wolf in my life. I have little contact with people. I love my loneliness and independence. I like to photograph nature, architecture and the city. And in each of my photographs I try to capture as few people as possible.
Goosebumps from the realization that photography is just a moment. This is one small moment that is frozen forever on my tape. It will never happen again, but it will always exist here in my album, in my phone, in my camera, and possibly as a postcard. It's amazing… It is wonderful that I spent the evening in these reflections.
In the next post, I will show you the photos that I found in my family album.
all week long I find myself feeling a pleasant nostalgia for the events that took place a year ago.
I already told you about how much I loved my last apartment. But recently I realized that I did not love the place at all, but my state in it. I missed that time so much, you can't even tell. I looked at the photos and replayed the moments from last year in my head. I even tried to remember the smell of the last apartment. It always smelled good there. My perfume and incense 🖤
When I lived there, I had a good tradition. Almost every evening I would drive to the nearest mall, grab some coconut milk cocoa from a coffee shop, turn on an audiobook in my headphones, and walk home. The journey took about 40 minutes. I have nicknamed this road the "philosophical path". Because often going home I thought about life, about my plans and so on.
The other day I went to this shopping center, took cocoa with coconut milk and walked home, only in the other direction, towards the house where I live now. My past and current home is separated by a river that flows through the entire city. I used to live on one side, now on the other.
When I stood near that very coffee shop, my body overflowed with pleasant warmth. It was as if I found myself in this state again, a year ago. I know that in time I will just as tremblingly remember the time that is now.
"now" will also become once nostalgia and a warm memory. It's amazing how these laws of the universe work.
Do you have a memory that you remember with nostalgia?
I constantly try to write a post, but there is confusion in my head, I can’t put my thoughts into sentences.
You know, everyone experiences stress, fear or pain in their own way. I do not take responsibility for judging people for this. For some, it is easier to immediately start work and do the usual things. Someone falls into despair and depression. Someone closes in itself and moves away. And someone does it all together, like me.
I am very afraid of war. I'm afraid of the sound of fireworks. I'm afraid of the sounds of a flying helicopter or an airplane overhead. I'm afraid of noise and pops. I'm scared to open the news, but I can't help but read it. My family is far from me and I need to be aware of what is happening in the world for my own safety.
But Im scared. It's scary to live next to these events, it's scary when the country in which you live is on the brink of war. It's scary when you read news about the army, about exercises. I'm scared. I absolutely do not want to write posts, do something on Instagram, draw, communicate with someone. Sometimes I do that, I just lie in bed all day because I'm tired, I feel weak and helpless.
But then I get up and start doing my usual business, so as not to go crazy. I say to myself: “hey, you have such a wonderful life. Your life. Lucky you. You can enjoy it." And I try to do it. Every day I try to find something good in this day, something kind. I try to help if I can. I try to look at the sky, watch the sunset fi dawns, feel the wind with my skin, enjoy the rain and the rainbow in the sky. I try to spend more time with my friends and pet my cats. I just try to enjoy the little things. Even screaming kids on public transport don't annoy me anymore. I appreciate every moment in which there is at least a piece of life. This is the only thing that saves me from madness and despair. Yes, that's right - just do your normal business, every day.
I will never understand why this war is going on. What ideas and goals are these adult uncles fighting for, up there, who play war like it's a computer game. I will never be able to understand the pain that all these people are experiencing who are out there losing their loved ones and their lives. It is so sad and so painful for me to realize what we are turning our lives and the planet into. It hurts what people are capable of doing to other people...
But each of our choices has consequences and I made my choice. I try to just live while I still can. I may be talking like a сhild, but I really believe that light will overcome darkness. And it is this faith that gives me strength.
I have been making wall calendars for the third year in a row. Every year in the process of creating calendars, different situations happen to me. They are quite stressful.
🤍1st calendar I decided to make the first calendar because I had my debut 12th set on the SG. I took one photo from each set. On each photo, I wrote by hand the wishes for each person personally. Do I tell you how much stress I got because I was afraid to make a mistake on the calendar? 😅
But I love this process. When you create your product, you want to invest a piece of yourself, a piece of your soul, and do it in such a way that a person would feel it 🤍
🤍Second calendar I make all the calendars myself, without anyone's help. The next year, I decided to delegate a bit of this business. Less stress, more concentration on the job. You know this saying: “If you want to do something well, do it yourself?”. The organization I contacted made a mistake in the calendar layout. It's my fault that I didn't check their work before printing, but I trusted them. I thought they knew what they were doing. I sent my „bad” calendars, to people and after found out that the layout was not correct too late.
I was hysterical, I cried, I didn’t want to do anything, but I had to put up with this situation and I printed another calendars, for my money and sent people new ones for free 🥲
I decided that I would no longer make calendars. I had a sad experience. But as you can see, I did it again. 😅 I have already finished the layout and will send them to print soon. This time everything went smoothly, I am very pleased with the result.
The idea of this calendar is to show and emphasize the beauty of the body: lines, curves, subtlety, muscles, aesthetics, minimalism. So that no one forgets how beautiful and unique we are. So that you can see not only the object of desire, but also the beauty, the soul, and the sacred that everyone keeps inside 🫶🏼💕
Once I heard and remembered a very motivating phrase: «Don't be afraid to grow slowly. Be afraid to stay the same.» This is not only about what successes you have come to in the material world (your merits, physical skills, what you have), it is always about how plastic your mind and consciousness remain in different life situations and in the same ones.
Just feel that all life consists of movement. And if you think about the same thing every day, you create the same reality as yesterday. Learn from situations and people, see what the universe returns to you and what it has to say. We all go through our individual lessons and each of our life stages, no matter how difficult it may be, gives us something. I have long made a choice in favor of my consciousness not panicking from situations and actions of others, when difficult situations come, I ask myself: What can I learn now?
Believe me, I am often scared too. And since I travel a lot and have been in very different places, situations, solved different problems and went through many fears, my experience has become quite wide. But, I also understand that there is still more to come. Life is an endless school and only those who are willing to learn can come to the best version of themselves.
"He who has seen a lot, he cries a little." This phrase about the depth of experience and how a person who has gone through many stages takes responsibility for his life, instead of complaining and feeling sorry for himself, goes further. If you look at everything in general, how the world is arranged and according to what principles the world works, then globally, not a single sane person in this world would want to live. But why are we here? And we can either just live life, or get invaluable experience. The main thing is not to forget along the way to keep love in your heart. To yourself, to the world, to the people around you, to the planet, to be grateful for everything you go through. Only in a state of acceptance and an open heart event horizons are expanding. In a state of hatred, anger and any low vibrations, horizons narrow to a point. And it's always a choice. And I personally went through it hundreds of times. Sometimes with dignity, sometimes not so much. But, I studied and now I continue my way…
Hugs to everyone who needs it right now. Know that you are not alone. This concludes the story for today
I remember going to bed and thinking about what the hell was that? It was so real, like just a normal memory. This feeling has not left me throughout my life. Similar “flashbacks to the past” often began to happen to me, and each time I learned new information.
When I was a little older, I was visiting my classmate. There was a postcard on the wall in her room with a view of the Eiffel Tower. When I saw it I was struck by lightning. My heart began to beat faster, and my stomach felt like an electric shock. For a second, I froze, because there was a strange feeling inside - I was already here!
But how is this possible? Is my brain playing tricks on me? I couldn't figure out where it came from? How it works? But I was too yоung, I didn’t have the Internet, and I didn’t really like books at that time to go to the library and try to solve this riddle.
As I grew up, I still had these outbreaks. In one of these "flashes" I heard music, I realized that it was French. Sometimes I saw some vague images. I saw that the girl who appears to me in these “flashes” has short hair, I also heard her laugh. It seemed to me that it was me. It's like it's just my memories. I feel like I've lived through those moments. But I couldn't explain it.
Later, when I was in high school, I learned what deja vu is. How it works, what they are. I got into psychology and stuff like that. While studying at university, I came across Michael Newton's book Journey of the Soul. This is an American parapsychologist who studies the human soul. With the help of hypnosis, he puts people into a trance and with the help of psychological analysis, he tries to understand whether what we call the soul exists, and whether we have past lives…
Earlier, I already told you the story of my first journey. About Paris. I know that some of you haven't read this story because many of you have subscribed to me recently, but maybe some of you remember that since childhood I wanted to visit Paris, and my first trip in my life took place there. I didn't just want to visit this city. This is a mysterious story that I want to share with you.
Do you know the feeling of deja vu? So very often, in childhоod, I experienced a similar feeling with the same clear feeling of being a yоung girl living in France in the 30s-50s. During the Second World War. I know it sounds stupid, but it's true. I experienced this feeling from a very early age, even when I did not see Paris, not only in life, but also in pictures.
I remember one day, I was about 6 yеаrs old, I was walking down the street with my head down and I saw a bright brochure on the pavement with an advertisement for a trading shop that sells fresh fish. And then I experienced this feeling for the first time. I have already seen this brochure!!! - sounded in my head.
In those seconds, images flashed through my mind like a forgotten memory: I saw a girl, in the first person, as if I was looking at myself. She was sitting outside at a table, probably in some kind of cafe. I saw only her legs: she was wearing black shoes with small heels, a green pleated skirt. Coffee was poured in front of her in a white cup and saucer, gloves and a newspaper lay nearby. There was military news, and at the bottom, near the curb, lay the same pamphlet with the sale of fish…
While in Belarus, I lost my main SIM card, to which all my accounts and accounts are linked. When I wanted to go to the site here, the OF asked me to send an SMS to my phone number for verification.
And this is my face 🗿at the moment when I realized that my main SIM card was in a phone case, and flashbacks of how smartly I took off and put the case back on, 100 times, standing somewhere on the street 🥲
I love myself for that. The level of responsibility just rolls over.
I lose things so often. Especially as a сhild, I constantly lost my phones or my keys from home.
One day I remember as I lost my keys and received a portion of magic “🤬”( good words) from my grandma. She made a copy of keys for me. And you can imagine I lost my new keys the next day 🥲 Again…How I was afraid to tell my grandmа about this. I looked everywhere for the keys until very late in the evening, but I never found it. I was afraid to go home 😁
It haunts me all my life. I am constantly losing something. And how are you doing with this?
Important ❗️❗️❗️ Today I received messages from you which you sent a month ago 😱 as many as 14 lost messages that I did not see. My point is that if I don't reply to you, then it's likely that the site has error, because I always reply to you.
This is not the first time this has happened. But I want to say that no matter what you worry about and do not hesitate to duplicate your messages, do not think that I am ignoring you ❤️
P.S and check your DM i made new super aesthetically and hot video for you 🥰
Guys! Sorry I'm in clothes 😄 but I want to share this fckin cool photoshoot with you.
Everyone is used to seeing me in my usual way, or rather, this is not even an image. I'm always the way you see.
I like naturalness, I don't like costumes, I don't do cosplay, I don't like wigs and makeup. In ordinary life, I keep my pants wide, sweatpants, T-shirts several sizes larger, sneakers. There are no dresses or skirts in my wardrobe. I love skate, hip hop, a bit underground style.
But I always wanted to try myself in a completely opposite way. And I chose this shoot. I think the result is very cool.
The photographer revealed me as much as possible in this shooting. I look very innocent, but inside I ‘m hot and full of energy. Sexual energy. In places I’m not accessible, but this is attractive.
I hate my phobia. Every year it only gets stronger. Simply put: “Hi, my name is Valeria and I am terribly afraid of insects and heights”
Insects 🦟 I remember the day my phobia started. Before I was not afraid of anything, I was an inquisitive сhild. I caught butterflies, collected bugs, worms and other representatives of my phobia.
Once in the village, when I was about 10 yeаrs old, I was running along a sandy road, somewhere behind my grandmother was walking with her friend, they were talking loudly about something. For some reason, I ran with my mouth open, maybe I sang something, I don’t remember. At this moment, a cockchafer flies into my mouth. I still remember that feeling of his paws on my tongue. I fall to the ground. I am shocked. I'm shaking. My grandmother runs up, she and her friend try to pick me up and carry me home. I'm still shaking. They call to 🚑 from home, the doctor arrives. A dose of sedatives and sleeping pills and now I wake up in a day and try to realize what happened.
Since then, I have been terribly afraid of anything that even somehow looks like insects. I'm afraid of insects in movies, pictures, videos. I just can't watch it. Sometimes in the summer I suffer and catch panic from a passing butterfly or dragonfly.
Sometimes people think I'm joking and tell me “well, she doesn't bite”, they don't understand that it doesn't work for me at all. In general, I think they have little understanding of what a phobia is.
I always tell you that it is important to remain calm, to contemplate, to seek peace within. When I say this to you, I say it to myself. But why isn't it working now?
I cannot convey to you the level of my irritability, despair, sadness and fatigue. I so want to share with you something good, beautiful, invigorating, but I just can't.
Coming here, to my hometown, is like a swamp for me, which draws me in. This place is like an anchor for me. Anchor of my emotions, my past life, it seems to be the quintessence of all my pain here. and every time I come back here, even when I'm in a good mood and strong, I just fadding. I'm fading like the stars you see in the sky. I go out like a light bulb in your room when you press the switch.
It's like as soon as I cross the border of this country I go through a portal and enter an emotionally difficult world for me. As if my wounds, which have healed, are being poked with a sharp instrument, reminding me of the worst times.
I don't feel so bad anywhere. But it’s my house… I have lived here all my life, here are my relatives, here is my childhood and my memories. But like Voldemort I want to destroy this Horcrux, otherwise I just die every minute. There is no explanation for this. I just feel bad. I am a stranger here in my hometown where I grew up.
Today I continued to fight the bureaucracy and again tried to get a driver's license. But I ran into new problems because of my entry in the psychiatric dispensary's database. For now, I don't want to talk about it and go through it again, but I'm not doing very well. Maybe later I'll tell you what happened. But I decided to keep fighting no matter what the cost. I'll take my driver's license.
I know I'm a warrior! Life does not give those tests that we cannot pass!
I wanted to post a beautiful video, but the damn Internet not allows me to upload it! In the next post I will show you 🍒super hot video
Those who have been with me for a long time remember that I had depression and was treated in a psychiatric clinic, where I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I was registered with a psychiatrist, and when I left for Poland, they had to remove me from the register due to the move.
In addition, the deadline for my registration, which is prescribed by law, has already passed - this is three years. After this time, I must be deregistered if I am in remission. Now I'm back in my hometown because I need to change my driver's license, it's expiring. I can only do it here.
Today I found out that in order to replace my license, I need to undergo an examination by a commission of doctors who will decide whether I can drive a car. Not only that, I have been going to all possible doctors for 11 days and taking tests to confirm that I am healthy. Yesterday was the last one and I thought that I had finally collected all the certificates and documents and I could go to the authority that issues a new driver's license (I have an appointment there on the 16th), but no! Today I found out that I, as a person with a mental disorder, need to undergo a medical examination by psychiatrists.
WTF? When I was in treatment, I asked about it and was told that I have the right to drive a car, that my diagnosis does not prohibit it. And now no! I'm so angry because I'm so tired of going to the doctors.
Every day I get up and go to this terrible state hospital to get another test. I can't explain to you what the fuck is going on here! How hospitals in Belarus and doctors work. Half of the doctors are on vacation, there is no replacement. Most archives are written by hand. Directions are issued on ordinary pieces of paper. Where the hell are we? In 1875? Or are we in 2022? OMG!!! I have no idea how much longer I can be stuck here.
Why every time I come to Belarus I have some kind of fucked up? 🤯
Hello guys! Breaking news! ❤️🔥 Soon there will be a new set for SG. I can't wait already! But now for some storytelling…
I came to my homeland, to Belarus. Here I am again sitting in my room, in which I lived half my life. My library, my books and things. My bed, TV, my electric fireplace, near which I constantly warmed myself when I came home from the street, in winter. These walls have already absorbed this special smell, you can’t confuse it with anything. This is the smell of my past life.
Bath. 🛀🏽 The bath has a special meaning for me, no matter how strange it may sound 😅. Because this is where I spent most of my time. It was the only place where I could retire. My grandmother had a habit of controlling everything that happens in my life, she constantly touched my things, which pissed me off terribly. I had almost no privacy. So I locked myself in the bathroom and could spend time there for hours.
Now, taking a shower here at home, after many years, memories are lit up in my head like bright flashes, and a smile trembles on my lips. There are a lot of bad memories in this apartment, but now I tried not to think about them and shift the focus of attention to something good.
It's interesting because it turns out in life, you noticed: You can be infinitely good, right and kind, but if you do something bad once, everyone around forgets about your kindness. Why do we always remember the negative better? And focus more often on something bad?
Okay, I digress a little… Yesterday I stood in the shower and thought for a long time, what would I say to myself if now for a moment I returned to those days when I closed myself here in the bathroom many years ago? What advice would I give my past self from the future?
“Whatever you see in me is not mine, it is yours. Mine is what I see in you” is one of my favorite Remarque quotes.
In general, I like almost all mirror theories: from “treat people the way you want them to treat you”, ending with “tell me who your friend is, and I will tell you who you are”. In the last couple of months, I have focused on what infuriates me about others, relatives, friends and just random people in the real and social space.
Some of the items on the “enrages straight” list seemed completely polar to my “I”, but later I found out: if you don’t understand something in yourself, you will deny it, suppress it and hide it with all your might. I think that the principle of the mirror is the easiest and coolest way to work on yourself and every time I see something that I don’t like, I remember the reflection. THIS IS ONLY MY!
Begin with yourself. Here is the main lesson I learned. This is the only thing that really works if you want the surrounding reality to change 🖤
Have you experienced this in your life? Have you noticed that you notice in people what is in you?
Hello! Nobody canceled the story of the first kiss 😄
I have always been a very shy person. When I was hanging out with guys, I was afraid to even hold hands, let alone kiss. But I was already about 13 years old and I felt with all my gut that my first kiss was about to happen. I don't know why, but intuitively I knew it. And then I started to prepare.
I had absolutely no idea how to do it. I asked other girls from my school how it was for them. I remember how they drew me a diagram on paper where my tongue should go 😅 I studied on a tomato and even on a bathroom tile. I remember how my friend and I, left at home alone, washed the tiles on the wall with soap and learned to kiss on it. In the evenings in my bed I imagined this moment. What will it be. I was so excited.
Оne day this day came, without suspecting anything and without any preparation for this significant day of my life, I went for a walk with a guy. He and his friend invited me to the skating rink. I remember how I stood near the side and this boy drove up to me, hugged me by the waist and pressed me to him. Then he pressed his lips to mine, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. He told me: “just repeat after me” and I did not have time to understand anything, as we were already kissing.
I remember that it was wonderful and not difficult at all. I was so happy because before that I went through a long journey of training on bathroom tiles and tomatoes 😅 I think it paid off. After the ice rink, my boyfriend and I repeated it outside in the park, and kissed non-stop for a long, long time.
Oh, those first kisses and first love. It's so awkward, timid, touching. It's such a sweet and innocent feeling. You need to keep them in your memory, because what you experienced in that very first moment will never happen again.
Do you remember your first kiss? Share with me in the comments or private messages. I enjoy reading your stories 🥰
Hello friends! I thought it would be more interesting for everyone to know about the first kiss, but you chose the story about the police 😅.
In fact, I've had a lot of problems with the police throughout my life. I have been there often. I was the kind of kid that parents don't usually let you be friends with.
One day, I was about 12 yеars old, I hung out with a group of guys older than me. On our next walk, they brought a large bottle of alcohol and we together decided to drink it. This was my first experience so I didn't know what to expect.
I don't remember the process well. I only remember how I wanted to go to the tоilet and we went to look for it. Further, I remember how I found myself at some construction site, my head and my body were not subject to me. Everything was spinning around. There was no concentration.
Then we had a conflict with my friends, and we broke the glass in the guardhouse. A piece of glass hit my hand, blооd began to flow. I was trying to get the piece glass out of my hand and a woman passing by called the police because she was afraid that I might hurt myself.
Then I only remember how I climbed over the fence of this construction site, when a police car was already waiting for me on the other side. I remember how the policeman leaned on the hood of the car with his arms folded across his chest and looked at my further actions with a grin.
I heard the cries of the guys who were shouting to me: "Valeriya, run!". I ran to the courtyard of the nearest house, having seen the pond, I decided to literally “lay low” 😅. I took off my shoes and wanted to dive into the pond to hide from the police, but I didn't have time. The policeman grabbed me by the sweatshirt hood and put me in his car. My friends were already there.
I was very scared, I started to ask the policeman to let me go. I promised that I would not do that again, but he no longer listened to me and drove me to the police office. The worst thing was to call my parents and tell them truth. I was underagе and only my parents could pick me up. I collected my thoughts and called my father from the police station.
How scared I was, you have no idea 😁 I thought my father would kill me. Police officers opened an administrative case against me, put me on the register for juvenile affairs and reported this to the school. When my father arrived, to my happiness, he silently picked me up from the police, took me home and put me to bed.
The next morning, dad arrived with pills and a bottle of mineral water. He laughed for a long time and asked, “I hope you learned your lesson and won’t do it again?” He told me how he found himself in such a situation in his youth and explained to me that everyone goes through this and did not scold me. We discussed this situation and laughed for a long time.
I want to say that if you have children, do not scold them. Become a friend to them, then they will not be afraid of you and will be open to you, and will know that you are their support. This is very important for children and for parents.
Hi guys 😘 I'm sick, I feel terrible. My nose doesn't breathe, and I have a constant cough 🥺 While I'm sick, I'll write you stories for which you voted above.
On the one hand, writing about the personal is insanely difficult, but on the other hand, it is very easy, because it is sincere 🧸
I want to give you the opportunity to choose a story about me. I can tell you everything, but what story would you like me to start with?: 1️⃣ the first kiss; 2️⃣ 5 facts about me; 3️⃣ my first fight; 4️⃣how the police arrested me; 5️⃣my scariest badtrip
“Death inspires life so much" - under the sound of rain, I sit on the side of my sofa and look out the window.
A few days ago, a yоung girl whom I had met only once died. After this news, I went to her page and began to review photos and videos. You never realized that everything could end instantly. Not from old age or illness, but just like that. It often seems to me that I am immortal and will live forever. That everything is under control and there are still hundreds of thousands of minutes ahead. Many say: live every day like it's your last, but I don't know a single person who follows these rules. True, I met those who sincerely love life.
Probably, i shouldn’t say that, but the death of this girl made me smile and rejoice, became a cure for my internal destructive state. Its worked harder than dozens of meetings with psychotherapists. I suddenly wanted to live every second with pleasure.
None of us dont knows when his time will come. This can happen at any moment, but youth, money, health, unfortunately, will not cover the insured event. On the one hand, you can be loaded, afraid, discouraged, but on the other ... On the other hand, this knowledge opens the eyes to such simple things.
Before, I would say: “There is time to change something, to achieve success, to become what you always dreamed of being.” THIS IS ALSO RIGHT... But now I want to say differently: there is a time to feel. Sunrises, sunsets, heat and cold, anger, pain, joy, love. To do this, it is not necessary to become a superman, to urgently change something and try to remake yourself.
It is enough just to open your eyes and understand that life is the greatest gift, no matter what it is sometimes ❤️
Many of you know that in addition to everything you see here or on my instagram, I am also an artist.
Art is an integral part of my life. I never graduated from art institutions. I don't have the relevant education. I have always loved to draw. But unfortunately in childhооd I paid little attention to this, because my hobbies were not approved by my parents. They thought that I should get a more real education. An artist is not a profession, my parents told me all my childhооd. But when I was alone with myself, I often drew. I was looking for myself, I tried different directions. I often drew when I felt bad or sad. Nature attracted me the most. The combination of colors, elements and natural phenomena. I have always admired this.
Contemplating nature, you always plunge into yourself, think about yourself, about your life, about the perception of this world. This is very important, especially in our time, when people are constantly in a hurry somewhere. Behind a huge pile of their problems, they stop seeing the most important thing. Your own light source!
I can say that my art is about contemplation. With my work, I want to remind people how important it is sometimes to just stop. Just open your eyes and look around. Stop running in this continuous race of life. Stop being better or worse. Stop competing and prove something to people around. I mean, sometimes it's just important to be alone with yourself. It is important to find this inner energy and strength, learn how to manage it, and then, believe me, you can move mountains. Freedom is about my paintings. Contemplation. Defiance and Rebellion of nature - this is all that I want to convey through my work.
Your support is very important to me and my art. Your feedback and purchase of my paintings is the best motivation for me! This is insanely inspiring. I will be glad if you support me on my instagram (_lysergicc) and purchase one of my works.
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