Because I was born and raised on the moon
My name is Aria Svetlana Markovitch and I was born and raised on the moon, but abandoned on earth in order to learn.
| So I actually drew something today....this woman with, her right side of her head with really long hair, the other, the left side, up to her shoulders. She looks....bored, amused, and smug. Kind of cool...a barn owl showed up above. I like it. The anatomy is pretty good....just a bust really, but hey, baby steps baby steps.
I got another idea, for my stories too. My muse, man, been working overtime. I've been trying to write a poem, I have one in the works, just stuck in my brain...also....Lamb chop rules....the sheep.....from that show...the song that never ends.....awesome
| So I went to watch a clip from Lazytown....and I read the comments on youtube.....
What the HELL?!
Saying things like "Wow, this is so cool! Too bad its gay. But hey, kids decide later on if they're gay or hetero."
And then, one of them, what I think the girl in that is like what? 10, 11? And this one comment was like "All the big kids watch it to look at her legs! I would do her like a mad rabbit" and I was like.....WHAT?!
ITS A CARTOON! JESUS! Yea, its cheesy! yea, its full of songs, and bright colors! GET OVER IT!
Its not gay! It teaches the importance of sports, of eating healthy, WHO CARES ABOUT THE COSTUMES!?
A childs mind isn't corrupted, they aren't going to be thinking this! Its for kindergardeners! They aren't as corrupted as teens, or adults, and I would like it if they didn't corrupt them more!
| First of, I apologize for the spelling errors in ALL my blog entries. When I have the...mmm....actually, I rarely edit my entries. I just sort of like the way they're written. They aren't meant to be great pieces of work you know.
Anyways....so yesterday I spent five hours sleepwalking, which means I fell asleep, for a nice little nap at 11. So...I had a dream about these men wearing...dresses...0_o Ok....and they break into song....again, ok. And then, this plump woman singing a tune with her shoes on cobble stones, and with a mustache, goes into a house to sell chocolates, only the owner makes the grass explode.
My mind, is, a mystery.
ALSO...I've had the weirdest craving to watch Lazytown....huh
| What do I do when I can't sleep peacefully, keep waking from odd dreams or nightmares, sleepwalking, or screaming in terror?
I day dreams. I go into my little world. I talk to my muses, I play with my child like muse in my mind, and another little character named Amor Linda...I play with them, tell them stories whatever. As long as I go back to sleep, as long as I don't remember any of what I was dreaming about it....and that works. Yea, its make believe...but its sort of nice you know? An escape. Heh I guess they sort of are like...imaginary friends.
Crazy? Weird? Odd? Disturebing? I never said i was normal...anything but I would guess. But then, I would imagine I'm not alone. People just don't discuss such things.
Its fun talking to myself though...I know myself well, well, as well as I can. Course right now, I'm wondering how I can get a copy of The Princess and the Goblin....saw the movie, loved it, heard the book is better want it!
| SORT OF...I don't know...
The character isn't even that clear in my mind...some...androgynous boy, well, not boy really, a guy...probably 30 something. This, in itself, is a huge strech for me, because, usually--ok, all the time--my main characters are girls ranging in age from 12-25.
He just...popped in. I guess he's like a counselor. A phychologist who is damn good at keeping his clients above water, same with his friends, but not good at saving himself from the same mistakes...or maybe he doesn't want to....
|Still having weird, tsunami dreams. Tired. So tired. I usually crash at around 12 or 1 am, wake up at 6, and be good...but lately, I"ve been sleeping at 11, and waking up, well at 6 still, but SO much more tired...like going around in a half sleep half awak state through out the day...sometimes looking at the clock reading 1pm, and then, when I think 10 minutes have gone by, its already 3, and I can't, for the life or me remember what I was doing or what I accomplished--but I know I did something....I see something written in my notebook, or I see I already edited pictures, or that the video is progressing...but I would have no idea how in the world I did all of that while my mind was off somewhere else.
| Most everyone here who knows me, knows abuot Zevi-a wolve I've been dreaming about for roughly four years now. HUGE wolf....2 stories tall. Husky...huge powerful jaws. Fur white...almost transparent with a few strands made up of cool colors. A black saddle on its back that looks like a child glued construction paper on top of him. but its just...a black hole. Piercing ice blue eyes that seem inviting and dangerous at the same time.
He I believe, is like a guardian. Someone that watches over my dreams, and when he deems I'm getting lazy or whatever, gives me nightmares to snap me out of it. When hald alseep, I swear I see him by my side, small version of course...along with other wolves, with glowing gold eyes and black fur, tails always wagging playfully. Me protects my "dreams" and my night dreams, and daydreams. He is the head of my muses. He is my determination, ambition, and drive for the arts.
For every muse, I wear a piece of "jewlery"
For Zevi, I wear a crescent moon made of silver, close to my throat. Which for me, means close to my voice. I talk a lot when an idea is being born-and even in my dreams. I love the moon-everything and anything about it. A wolf and the moon-are just forever together. While the moon fades, its always there. While Zevi sometimes won't show up for weeks-I know he's there.
For Desirat, I wear a star made of crystal. Stars are beautiful, and neccesary I think. Always there, wether you see them or not. but they are also hot, and very unpredictable at times. Just like Desirat. That star is close to my heart....know why?
For Vida I wear a watch thats broken. That, for me, means that no use in wasting time. That while I have all the time in the world, I also have a limited amoutn, and borrowed time just won't do--so I better get cracking and do what I want.
And for my little Emiko Brisa, I wear candy bracelets--to show her innocence, her fun quirky personality, my imagination
|* AGAIN...I know this is not "real" but...hey, I like my imagination thank you!
DESIRAT ARZU-My muse of raw emotion. You know, when I first get an idea, its like an epiphany-angels singing, tunnels of swirling lights, a feeling of....of URGENCY.
If I want something to symbolize something, I look to her. She is black and white-no grey in her. Right and wrong--that easy. No middle ground, no grey, no nothing. What you see is what you get, but its also a complete load. She is the girl that plants the idea in my head, that breathes the first breath of life into it before she gives it away to Vida--she is the initial "mother" I guess you can say....
| Vida Chesna....my muse that represents life, patience, time, perseverance. After I have my vauge idea about what I want, what kind of story-she comes in and gives it life--a meaning a purpose. She guides me in what I do. When I go back and look at my work, she is there, breathing down my neck with suggestions both welcomed and sometimes UNWELCOMED but hey you take the good with the bad. She represents my eternal devotion to my art--both writing and drawing.
She is just as pale as Emiko--and she has both scales and feathers. Her hair is just as boyish, a little longer, coifed likie a mans. Dark, dark eyes with just a hint of something thats alive. She has small fin/wings at her wrist and legs that, believe it or not, help her float around the air.
* This is my imagination people. Do I know that all of this isn't "real"? WELL DUH. but its nice to make up stuff and give personality to my work no?