Today I visited Trosa churchyard to light some candles on family graves. All saints weekend may drown in the more commersial halloween spectacle, but I like the classic All saints weekend.
Here’s a quick dry pastel painting on cardboard. I did it in about 20 minutes this evening. That’s the time I had for the moment. A challenge to make something in such short time.
This is a two-in-one product which contains a concealer on one side and a highlighter on the other side. Both sides have a doe-foot applicator which is my favourite for concealer since you can place it exactly where you want it and control the amount of product. This review is on the shade Fair/Glow.
The concealer has a very thin consistency; almost a liquid but not quite. It blends out very easily and provides little coverage. It doesn’t crease much throughout the day if set with powder right after application. This is the lightest shade and it is a good color for porcelain-light skin tones. (Swatches below)
The highlight end is a white shade with the same consistency as the concealer. It contains very fine silver shimmer which can only be seen if you are looking at it up close. The highlight end confuses me since I would…
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I want to know where I belong
In this world of illusions and false hopes
I hear the lyrics in your song
I feel the rhyme in your notes
I see the beauty you portray
In your words like a drum
Your rhythm takes me away
To a place of wonder I come
Ravens lives where time is suspended, at the edge of reality, they are the messengers able to go from one side of the mirror to the other but they surely prefers to play in the wind and have a full conversation with the beast who claims songs and dances.
They preach and tell legends that only few can hear and the depth of their voice can pierce you or stroke you.
I could feel the raven’s wing. A caress never forgotten. Even an angel can’t compare, as the beak digs into the skin and knock at the bones, the eye captures my soul. It is the wings that calls for my flesh:
I hear you sometimes but I listen to them.
In the waltz between demons and virgins, I was caught forgetting all sins…It was in the dead of the night, while a murder of ravens were passing over…
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