Last of the Starmakers
Those who wander
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
-Mary Elizabeth Frye
“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” - Galileo
Everyone has their demons. Fears, sorrow, the dark things that claw at your heart. I channel those feels to art, just as much as I channel my love,gratitude, happiness.
A sketch a day keeps the demons at bay.
Anonymous asked:
Anything?
sushi?
follow you into the dark
Black bird
for Alex
for Zoë
Black bird
Enter autumn
