Separated

When blue is out of reach...

Actually i've got lots of idea of separation. I consider it as an easy task to do. The one above was drawn after I'd seen Grrramone Williebaronet's interpretation of his giant being separeted from his own reflection in the mirror. My white giant doesn't need mirror to know it's a white giant. in his mirror everything is just pure white anyway but this white giant of mine sometimes when its eyes are closed feels that there is something not white outside somewhere i mean it doesn't call it a certain color cos in its world all exists in white even his mind works in white but when its eyelids are down this whiteness weakens and something else can be sensed so that's one thing that makes my giant being feel separated.   

Okay i've got here something called love or attachment don't know how to translate the title of this poem my great grandpa wrote about a pear that grew ripe and fell to the ground and the twig felt relief to be relieved of its burden but then the lack of its load became to grow into a void inside and now that the hailstorm have broke it off the tree and the little twig's lying beneath beside the pear can feel real relief.  

I drew the pear and mom put on the colors and set off the outlines and it really looks nicer and we gave this to great grandpa for christmas like 4 or 5 years ago. i think he was 80 or 85 at that time. i don't know he's very old. My original drawing was made a couple of years earlier though. I was not even a kindergartener i guess.

Okay and this last one I promised willie to post and it is a cartoon we made together mom and dad and me and it's called rainbow bunny. We drew it together. sure it is obvious which part was my work. okay some help. the hedgehog and the typing was put down by father so the biggest part was mom's and mine. don't know how the story came probably was created by the three of us of a lost rainbow bunny. actually in hungarian the story sounds much better. i mean rainbow bunny is not the proper word for Szivárványos Musz-musz. hope you'll enjoy it as much as i do.  

Winter

oh got lots of things to do today and just got a couple of minutes to share my winter letters with you. i gotta tell you that the idea came while scrolling williebaronet and his tricky drawings made me create my own letterstyle version of winter so here it is what do you think? i think the w is perfect and the e and the t are almost there

and i've some more letters to you and this time there's no drawing involved and it is my poem actually that i wrote 1 year ago and it's about cold cold december which is winter so it fits. and wanna know how it came to my mind? i mean that i've this poem of december. well for lunch today we wanted to eat fishsoup that mum made yesterday morning and dad thought it needed some adjustment so in secret at night he played some cooking but forgot to put the thing back in the fridge so today at lunch we had to realize that the whole soup had gone berserk. and then we decieded to go out but both the gyros stand and the chinese restaurant were closed so we had to walk back home in the freezing cold and it was really really cold almost as cold as a year before and dad told me hey lili do you remember your poem and i said oh yeah my poem sure so here it is both the handwritten original in hungarian and i'll give you the translation too and you've to know that the translator is tamás heil a friend of my mum and now i can remember his brother who was meant to draft the plan of our loft studio but couldn't finish it cos he died cos he was very very sick and i drew a magic drawing to him that should have been placed underneath his pillow and that drawing those little ants could have taken that awful illness away piece by piece in their little parcels during the nights while him sleeping but i failed to give it to him and now it feels a bit bad and sad and now i think i'd like to dedicate this poem to him and it's called the winter and it is really an ode

THE WINTER

OH WINTER BEING

SO BITTER

BUT FOR KIDS

A PLEASURE

SUMMER, OH

IS YOUR FOE

AS IT IS HOT

AND YOU ARE NOT

DECEMBER

DECEMBER

GIVE US

SOME

EMBER

JULY

JULY

HOW

BURNING

YOU ARE

SO BLAZING

AND FLAMING

SO THAT WE'RE ALL

BAKING