Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts

Thursday, July 14, 2016

When you want to do something but your brain doesn't. What is there to do?

Please.

Raise your hand if your brain's voices sound like this.

Okay, I'm back from my mission.
You're not a missionary, so I'm just a person.
Not the same person. A different person.
I should do something with my time.
waaaaaait. I know what! I should write a book about my missionary adventures!
Or just start writing my new ones. That's it. I have to keep a journal.
But I've been drawing loads. Maybe that's my new journal. Maybe a could sign into Art School and learn how to paint.
But that's not necessary. I can learn on Youtube and It's for free. And then I can use that money to buy canvas to paint awesome things for the living room.
But I won't see them anymore because I'm engaged and getting married in December. Maybe I should start painting for our living room. Maybe not. Yeah, forget that. Who needs to have art in their living room in their first home?
Maye a should just save that money.
I could just write about my missionary adventures!
But that isn't really calling me.
I should write another book.
Al the Traveler, 19th. Floor, or all the other stories that are drafted in old notebooks and ripped pages.
Or maybe I should be a serious writer and get a freelance writing job like the one Hafid showed me.
Or I should take college more seriously and actually study and also find a career online.
Stop planning on spending money, Gaby. You should just write about your missionary adventures.




Don't have voices in your brain? Oh. Yeah. Neither do I. I mean, that's weird.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Drawing! :)

Hey guys, I know I mostly post about writing, but I started drawing like crazy and thought I could share it with you. No, I'm not an ilustrator/designer and neither I intend to be. I just like creating. I love art generally. I just feel like I'm more like a writer, but yet, who knows? Here It is.


I didn't intended this drawing, It just kind of drew himself. But I liked it, even though I have no idea what It is. Hope you have a good week!

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Schloss Oberschleissheim

For those who don't know, I said I was going to Germany,  and I wasn't kidding. I arrived here on 30th December and I've been here for a week. I haven't had time to go on Blogger before, also because I didn't have anything good to post but because I used Internet to write important emails. But today, I have something interesting to post. I live in a small part of Munich called Oberschleissheim. It's 4 grades here and they say that, for winter; that's pretty warm. I couldn't believe it.

One day we passed by this place and I promised myself I was going to visit it.


A Castle.

I quickly went on the internet to know more about this Castle, and It happened to be a Museum. It had many historical paintings and an awesome yard. I decided to go on Sunday, It was only two blocks away so I went on feet.


It was absolutely beautiful, the ceeling, the floors, the walls were extremely decorated. This Castle is called Schloss Oberschleissheim and It was built by this architect called Joseph Efner by 1,600. The architecture was decorated mainly Rococo, going foward to neoclasical. Perhaps not the decoration because It was Rococo; but the rooms were so simetric. The castle had a main room in the middle and the same amount of rooms in both sides of the main room, every room had a story, you could tell by the Rococo decoration and the Frescos in the ceeling.


A dinning table for victories had armery and battles all over the decoration, a room for praying had angels, Jesus and other religious figures. Even the paintings had a story, each room had like a tale if you looked at the paintings closely. The castle had very catholic tendencies, but also many mythological creatures such as dragons, gods. Let's just resume that I really enjoyed it and spent like four hours staring at paintings.



Later when I went back home I disliked walking, because I couldn't feel my arms, or my knees. But It was worth it.