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good things to pay attention to more often

the color of trees

clouds and how they look different throughout the day

the different colors the mornings can have. sometimes it's an orange hue and sometimes pink and sometimes it's too misty to tell

pretty color schemes in random places (the trees and your neighbors wooden patio and the color of their car)

the states of the vehicles passing you by, dents and scratches and the different trinkets suspended from their rearview mirrors

the sound of silence

the shadows the lights cast in your home, like how sunset looks different than sunrise, and the shadows the sun casts look different than those of your lamps and candles

pretty details in buildings and houses like certain types of windows or doorknobs or archways

the movement of things in the wind. flags, leaves, flowers, people's hair and coats

A sketch for part one...

Renard the sea fox

Part 1: 🦊🎨

In a vibrant underwater world, Renard (or Ren for short), the sea fox, is born into a family of legendary artists. Despite having no limbs, he dreams of creating masterpieces. But his attempts to paint with his tail and teeth are met with laughter and mockery. Feeling defeated, Ren abandons his dreams, just like everyone abandoned him. 💔

You are not a bother. You are not a burden. You are not a waste of space. You are not annoying every person you talk to. Your existence matters. Your presence makes a good difference.

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Foxy: my collection of vintage fox imagery.

The Girl Who Became an Olive Tree

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved the world and all its creatures with every fiber of her being. Her heart overflowed with compassion and empathy for every living thing. She felt the joy and pain of others as if they were her own, and she yearned to make a difference, to bring comfort and healing to those in need.

As she grew older, the weight of the world's sorrows began to bear down upon her slender shoulders. She witnessed the suffering of people and animals, the destruction of nature, and the endless conflicts that tore communities apart. Her tender heart, so full of love and concern, felt each wound as if it were inflicted upon her own soul.

Despite her best efforts to spread kindness and light, the young girl found herself overwhelmed by the magnitude of the world's troubles. The more she tried to help, the more she felt the pain of others seeping into her very core. Her once vibrant spirit began to dim, and her steps grew heavy with the burden of empathy.

One day, as she sat beneath an ancient olive tree, seeking solace from the chaos that surrounded her, a profound realization took root in her mind. She understood that the tree, with its gnarled trunk and reaching branches, stood tall and strong amidst the turmoil of the world. It did not involve itself in the affairs of others, but simply existed, growing slowly and steadily, deepening its roots into the earth.

In that moment, the girl made a decision. She would become like the olive tree, distancing herself from the cares of the world and focusing inward on her own growth. She closed her eyes and felt her body transform, her limbs lengthening and hardening into branches, her skin roughening into bark. She became the tree, standing firm and unmoving, no longer buffeted by the winds of sorrow and strife.

"A tree remains a tree," she said. "It doesn't experience everything. It's not to blame for anything. It's planted in the earth and stands still, deepening its roots..."But what she didn't know was that even as a tree, she never stopped feeling. Deep within her woody core, the love and compassion that had always defined her continued to pulse like sap through her veins. She may have taken the form of a tree, but her essence remained unchanged.

Only at night would she awaken and go swimming in the Mediterranean Sea. She was half girl, half tree, until she met a boy with the purest heart in the world. In the full moon, one could see that his heart's radiance was stronger than the moon itself. His innocent, wise, and kind-hearted gaze penetrated her eyes, allowing her to emerge from the self-imposed spell of defense and consider returning to life.

But instead of encouraging her to leave her tree form behind, he joined her as a tree by her side. They intertwined together into the biggest and strongest olive tree in the world, providing shade and solace for all. Upon its branches, countless peace doves cooed together, dispersing olive branches as all over the world.

Then, the laughter of children was heard from all directions, and a blend of languages woven together in delicate beauty, creating a stunning velvet ocean of coexistence. And the mighty intertwined olive tree? Stood at the center of it all, spreading love and empathy and gifting shadow and most delicious olives to the whole world till the very this day.

Pain and hope

I have heard few voices in the community against ai generated art, this is my personal perspective on the topic. But I also invite you to a dialogue - everyone who hates/loves/neutral to ai art in general and particularly on tumblr... Please explain your point of view, I want to understand you better😉

Carmen part 3 -

Benefits of ai for an artist in hardest days of disability - I can keep fulfilling my imagination even in days of very low ability to move. Of course when I paint I express something more authentic, but with time I compose prompts that give results that are very close to my imagination - which deeply satisfy and comfort me.

I need motivation to heal. Let's imagine... if in a few weeks I am able to move my hands again... please give me a few ideas of what to paint then. 🙏 Before the illness, I was painting hyperrealistic portraits, nature, beautiful femme fatales, and super cute animals. Now, I barely type (extra slowly, extra frustrating). But maybe... if you challenge me, I will set it as an aim to overcome. I can't promise I will succeed in painting anything, but I want to take on the challenge of creating a few of the coolest artworks that might inspire me to push the boundaries of my illness. If you want to be a part of my challenge, and maybe even a part of my potential progress - please send me the most mesmerizing idea you have! 💡❤️

I hope this inspiration will re-spark my body to get better 🙏😊

Endless mutual cycle

In our humanity most traumatized usually most traumatize. Look at all the traumatized nations of the world - the more you are a victim and a witness the more you are traumatized. The more you get used to traumas - you less pay attention to pain of others, and even for you pain. This leads to more and more mutual pain. The only way for healing to our society is to heal our collective ptsd. It is hard, because that means meeting the dark sides of our own. Thatmeans healing and meeting our wounds by daring to feel all the spectrum of emotions. Otherwise too traumatized souls will seek only more and more power, ravange and destruction. Because when our soul feels powerless destructed and madly insulted... We might cast it on the next in line. Our responsibility is to be the change we want to see. To not assume we are good people just because of anything... Rather to look with highest credibility and honest authenticity and find all those parts in ourselves. Through the healing of individuals societies heal. Be part of this process with me, let's take personal responsibility ❤️