~Rubine

I'm a happy girl. 1000 pageviews! I know it's not much, and I'm on deviantART for ten months now, but come on, 1000 pageviews! Lalalalala... I knew I almost had them, and as soon I came home form working, I visited my page. D D

Summer vacation is almost gone, three days of work, one day of rest and than school again! Yay!

(well, yes, I can't wait to go to school)

(Well, the subject seems to be a title of a book I would really hate .)
A few things, or persons, made happen I'm a little more confident the preceding weeks. First Imarante, who showed me that stop to draw after finishing secondary school would be very stupid. She helped me realising that art is what I want. For study and for life, . And when I was on Terschelling (Dutch island, holidays) I spoke with two artists and they have taken away loads of indecision. (still there is some , can't help it) And finally, someone paid me for a painting I made. I didn't want to, but he kept on insisting and now I feel very proud and honoured. It is not much, but it's the first time ever for me and that makes it special. So, maybe, there is a humble place for me in this world as an artist.
This next year is going to be full of painting, drawing, and so on! Yeah.

I'm still shaking. I was on my way to home from school by bike and I almost was arrived when a diasaster took place. I had all my work (paintings, sketches, like that)in a refuse bag. (pretty hard to cycle with, I can tell you) Near to my home is a narrow bridge. I cycled over it, and suddly fell. It still hurts, but that was not the worst part: my work was fallen into the water. I almost cursed, and started to cry. I thought all my work was gone and couldn't think clearly. My sister was with me and she ran home to get a long stick or something. It didn't work. The bag was too far, but, still floating. Then my fantastic, foverer loved by me brother put on his swimming pants and he saved my paintings. He swam in that cold water to help me. How weet of him. I'm so happy now! The biggest part is dry, because of the passe-partouts I made. Passe-partouts are remakeable.

Five days. No school. No people. No teachers. Just an empty drawing classroom. Just rest Just paint just for me.
I secretly call the classroom my studio and the whole day I'm painting, drawing and feeling happy. Take a look at my 'webcam' to see how it's like. [ delayed action shutter!] I'll show some results at the end of the week, I think.

Lalalalala....

Aw, my old journal was today from exactly three months ago... So I update once again with nothing to write about. I'm still drawing, a lot more with chalk and I'm bad at it. Maybe I will put something on my dev, when I... *looking for shams* when I have time.
Well. Is this enough?