He who angers you conquers you.
- Elizabeth Kenny
Attempting a triumphant return to work after my flu coma of a week. Meant to have this up for the opening, but at least it still has some time to be relevant!
Entirely painted in Photoshop, using a Wacom Tablet.
Concept & Painting: Deni Medina.
Characters: I do not take credit for.
You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
True happiness is to enjoy the present,
without anxious dependence upon the future,
not to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears but to rest satisfied with what we have which is sufficient,
for he that is so wants nothing.
The greatest blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach.
A wise man is content with his lot, whatever it may be, without wishing for what he has not.
—Seneca (via peternyc)