I met a new friend. His name is Viet. It turns out we are similar in some ways. It's really fun to be friends with him. :] We talked about lots, and one thing that marked me was the artists he named when we talked about our taste in music. He said Salyu. I was curious so I checked it out online. It turns out... that she is like... OH-MY-GOODNESS-SHE-IS-AMAZING!!! I LOVE HER! I FELL IN LOVE WITH HER VOICE!


Lately, I'm so inspired. So much that I feel like it's overflowing out of me, it's literally pouring out of me, and I'm sad because I can't keep it in. I have a somewhat bad memory, so I may not remember it after some time. It frustrates me to know that I will not be able to produce what I felt. I don't know what I'm feeling, but this feeling I have inside of me... it makes me feel alive. It gives me strength, it provides me meaning, it makes me feel like I'm living for something, for a reason. I don't know if this feeling can be considered being inspired. It feels like being in love... but if I were in love, I'd be in love with the idea of being in love with feelings and the sky.

I am in love with the sky. I feel like it is a whole other entity, like my equal. It moves, it breathes, it bleeds. At night, I feel like... I'm all alone, just me and my sky. I don't know how to express myself in words. At least, not accurately, and certainly not about these kinds of feelings. So, I am certainly unable to show how good it feels to be alone outside just staring into the depth of the sky. I feel like... the sky is staring into me, and I feel like I can see through it and see further. I can see in it, and feel its beating. It's like... an intimate feeling. I feel so sad when I step back into my house every night. It's like I'm stepping back into the world, the noise, the commotion. When I go to bed, I hear my house creak. I inhale, and I look out my window. When I wake up in the morning, there's a rush. It's so noisy, there's so much going on that I never hear myself think. When I step out of the house, I always look up first. I look at the sky and see how it's doing. When I take the bus and it crosses over the bridge, I love to look at the reflection of the sky on the surface of the water. I see how the sun slowly invades the sky and makes it bleed through the clouds. I see its reflection beaming across the waters. I feel like the sky is giving me a reassuring smile every morning and it brightens me up before I step back into my numbing routine of a life.

Labels: inspiration, Music, Sky, Thoughts, Viet

My art is instinctive, expressive and reflective of my soul. It feels for me, it thinks for me, it moves for me, it speaks for me. I paint to influence, to move, to feel and to express my feelings.

The emotions are sometimes so strong that I work without knowing it. The strokes come like speech.*Vincent van Gogh

The only time I feel alive is when I'm painting.*Vincent can Gogh

My name is Sylvia. I'm 19 years old. I go where my hearts leads me to, and at this moment, it's beating for arts. It allows me to learn, to see, to explore, to discover things about the world, and about me. I wish to live my life well and to be able to express my voice in all possible forms. more?

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