“Heavy thoughts”
The brain of a person with PTSD is always in an exited state. In this state, a person is always ready to defend himself in extraordinary situations, but this same trait becomes a curse when stress leaves a person's life. The nervous system continues to work in the same mode, exhausting its carrier even at rest. This can be compared to a radio that is always on and can not be turned off. Often, this disease can even become an obstacle to sleep. In such situations, people sometimes start to use medications or drụgs.
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Когда перекрасился и бегаешьа радостях)
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“What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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Resilience in Art: The Aesthetic Journey Through Pain
Since I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis, I have endured a journey to discover how the disease was represented in art and the artists affected by my illness. It was a sad coincidence that this diagnosis interested the current focus of my artistic research.
The aesthetic of the human body, so through art I took the opportunity to explore my condition and exorcise my pain. RA is a degenerative and chronic disease that can have serious consequences deforming our body. Today's medications slow down that process without damage to body parts. In the past where there was a lack of drugs to tackle the progress of the illness, people affected by RA with body deformities were seen as cripples and often marginalized by their own families and society. Some found redemption through art.
In this context of artistic endeavor, Maud Lewis emerges—as a beacon of human resilience. Within the confines of her humble Nova Scotian abode, Lewis, despite the constraints of Rheumatoid Arthritis, wielded her brush with unwavering determination. Her palette transformed her pains, struggles, and difficult childhood and youth into a symphony of chromatic exuberance. Thus, Maud Lewis etched her name into memory—an enduring testament to art’s transformative power.
There is also a film about her story, Maudie, inviting us to witness and discover her luminous journey.
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He loved with all his heart whenever he was around his thoughts all he had in his mind was her. She was everything to her whenever he was down or sad in his personal life he knew with a simple thought of her, he would be smiling and now he had her and he knew he had to spend the rest of his life with her.
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"Cupid why are you so cruel?" said the faceless child whose form was withering a large crack that was traveling from to their top of head down to their jaw. A few tears gathering.
"Why?"
"Why did you do this. Why wrong us?" said the faceless child as the crack grew wider and more of it had started withering. A tear streaming down and dropping from the bridge of their nose.
[rest of the image id: drawn by a pe on a normens notebook. at the left side a painting but scribles of ink covers it. At the top says the word "Cupid why are you so cruel?" Then the image of the faceless child. On the left side two butterflies and on the right side a butterfly whose right wing was ripped. At the lower half. Written "why?" "Why did you do this. Why did you wrong us. Then the second image of the faceless child. Beside them on the closer right a withering rose. End image id]
"I am not cruel child" says the man suspected to be Cupid. The man with long hair that reaches below their neck point. Soft white eyes with dark red heart pupils. Red lips.A crown made of vines and tiny heart, on the right ride a single rose and very little heart peaking beside it. At the left side of their neck a mark of rose.
"I have not wronged anyone.
I did this because everyone is different. To show that being different does not change 'who are you' or who you are"
[Rest of the image id: on the top the said Cupid is drawn.butterflies. Vine designs. Some plant like designs. A rose on the right are the background. End image id]
"To show that even after being different one can be loved" on the right side a heart. The shape a bit crinkly, a drop of the reminiscent of the heart dripping in the from of liquid. The right hand behind it is stretched out and the left is slightly above and curved in. fog like strings surrounding both the hands and the heart.
"To show that difference is beauty. To show them how to love." On the right side the faceless child looking up, some tears still visible. Thমeir form regaining it's composer the cracks disappeared and the remnant reforming.
[Rest of the image id :On the lower a portrait of cupid with his face blacked out and at the bottom written "how to love". End image id]
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Улыбающаяся Лиса? Да, улыбающаяся Лиса)
Она улыбается крайне редко и хорошая улыбку у неё получается 50\50 как повезёт.
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those first couple weeks after escaping a time loop have gotta be disorienting as all fuck. all those little cues that used to tell you what's about to happen are now triggers that cause you to brace for something that isn't coming. you have to relearn the permanence of death -- hell, you have reacquaint yourself with the entire concept of finality altogether. everything keeps changing but it never changes back and you keep having to remind yourself that this is normal. "it won't reset anymore," you echo to yourself, over and over and over, like a broken record, like you're still trapped in a loop, like someone who escaped the time loop but was doomed to bring it into the future with them
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