New leaves drop from old branches,
Their twigs becoming thin blue veins.
I am a Russian peasant,
And the crust of the earth breaks my feet. 85 more words
Literature in ceramics is something I have looked at for a while now, it was evident within my A-Level work and first year of University. During this project though I am not only looking at illustration within the literature work such as Arthur Rackham who was a huge influence over my work last year, but also the placement of these narrative pieces outside its original field. 378 more words
As a boho princess, it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that I’m also a hopeless romantic. I believe there’s one perfect person out there for everyone, a soulmate who complements the other person’s personality and fills in his/her gaps, makes him/her the best version of him/herself. 247 more words