I didn’t make these with the objective of posting them here, but was rather pleased with the results (yay more relatively successful attempts with watercolours) so I decided to share.
New ATCs! :D First and second experimenting with my newly bought paints and third reverting to my more familiar medium of colour pencils haha. I’m sorry they’re all blue. Maybe I’ll make more in all colours.
Shall accompany these nature-themed ATCs with some nature-themes good news: Coney Island, off Punggol in the north-west, will be home to Singapore’s ninth nature park!
A Nature Park is better (conservation wise) than a regular “Community Park” I suppose, but it’s not a Nature Reserve, so it probably doesn’t receive any proper protection. I’m slightly amused by this line, which is obviously supposed to make the place sound very natural and full of exciting wildlife: “Lush vegetation covers nearly 90 per cent of the island. Wildlife species that have been spotted there include the white-bellied sea eagle, a large bird with a considerable soaring range.” You can spot the white-bellied sea eagle in MacRitchie, no need to go all the way to Coney Island.
Not that it’s not exciting to see the white bellied sea eagle haha. But apparently you can also see “birds of prey such as the native grey-headed fish eagle, and jerdon’s baza, a rare migratory bird.” so that sounds pretty awesome! :)
Venomous thoughts and poisonous words;
Whom do they prick? Who do they hurt?
“All of you can go fuck yourselves!”
I’m sick of being shot down.
I hate you, I think to myself,
Black anger swirls round and round.
An armour of self protection
from the crap the world can dish out.
Or a more sinister infection?
Could you say, without a doubt?
Stone walls built around you heart
Shield attacks of knives and arrows.
They keep out, keep in or keep apart.
Suffocate prisoners in the gallows.
In my anger,
black venom flows
into deeper hold
A slow rage burns
Yet to learn.
A hardened heart’s no good for joy,
or happiness, laughter or smiles
Soften your heart, that’s the right ploy
Choose love, it’ll be worthwhile.
Yet how many times can you keep turning
the other cheek before it gets sore?
How many times can you keep enduring
getting stabbed and shot once more?
With desire to hurt, hate lashes out
Being angy makes me feel better
But should I be crying “demons, out!”
Rather than indulge in this behaviour?
Venomous wallowing in poisonous muck
Right now I can’t seem to help but do.
In letting them fester, breed and grow
Do I hurt me more than you?