and i've been sitting here since my last post wondering if i should follow-up, how i should follow-up if i decide to, and i still don't know that i will. got a few more comments on the secrets post, ones that made my mouth sort of fall open. and i wish i were there to hug you all and to read everything i've written for you out loud and tell you that you're beautiful and that i can't begin to explain how proud i am of you. so there's that.
i've put a few canvases in helayna's care packages. some printed paper. even a few napkins, all tainted--no, polished with watercolours and sometimes acrylics. (i'm still trying to figure out how to blend those.) she knows i'm no painter, not compared to her art. but i like doing it. and even though this probably doesn't measure up, i got this new app called sketchbook express. i guess it's like paper 53, for desktop. and i've made three things so far. and i like them, because they all have stories, but they don't take much to tell.
i made this for her. so as to remember the anchors, because we always have tentacles. because maybe that'll make us appreciate them more.
(read it's kind of a funny story by ned vizzini and you'll understand.)
"you are made of the sea, and the stars. and one day, you are going to find yourself again." - finn butler