So fast and so useless day. After a fashion got up, read and run. It seems to me last sunshine had left when I took a scamper. Where has enegry gone? I read web articles all the morning instead copy drawing. And I haven’t done my paper obligation in hospital. On the whole I came to book-shop where old seller works since I was 8. She talked with me merry and welcome. I spend about twenty minutes on shelfs with the same theme books. I see signes everywhere in one Ackroyd book, in girl who took the italian art book in the library yesterday in voiced of english lesson throght the door between our workshop and a study. I mean some sentimental side of life really is need for me. It’s the reason why I feel so wooden myself and tire too fast.
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Hi, everyone. I'm an artist who currently studies film production design at Moscow. My basic interests are cinema, theatre, drama, literature and all visual arts like architecture, photography or painting. Here I write about my impressions on films, theatre and books and also I share my own works of painting and photography. To my opinion, it's magic how art concerns to the real social life and how this life constructs the new art and the new attitude to life. View all posts by violetv94