"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Sophie Potter is a Cardiff-based artist and here‘s her etsy shop. My favourite art from her are the floral illustration with black background (nasturtium and mushrooms) and the city maps with pink background (Paris and Tokyo), or the series of flowers in vintage cans. Particularly indicated if you don’t like winter or if your Christmas happens to be in summer, I think. They’re lovely.
I warned you I would try and do this: I’m not making any promises, let’s see if I can keep this up.
“Advanced BIM”: what does that even mean? “Advanced BIM” is one of those expressions that sound authoritative and yet, when you ask what it actually describes, the answers become very vague very quickly. The statement doesn’t mean anything, and it drives me crazy equally quickly.
…doesn’t necessarily stay in February, so here’s a few highlights. I saw art exhibitions, read books and comics, had a birthday, did a great football event with my team and bla bla bla, who cares. Here’s the stuff you might have seen on Instagram, but
I arose the next morning almost at daybreak, and rushed to my microscope, I trembled as I sought the luminous world in miniature that contained my all. Animula was there. I had left the gas-lamp, surrounded by its moderators, burning when I went to bed
“Advanced BIM”: what does that even mean? “Advanced BIM” is one of those expressions that sound authoritative and yet, when you ask what it actually describes, the answers become very vague very quickly. The statement doesn’t mean anything, and it drives me crazy equally quickly.
…doesn’t necessarily stay in February, so here’s a few highlights. I saw art exhibitions, read books and comics, had a birthday, did a great football event with my team and bla bla bla, who cares. Here’s the stuff you might have seen on Instagram, but
I arose the next morning almost at daybreak, and rushed to my microscope, I trembled as I sought the luminous world in miniature that contained my all. Animula was there. I had left the gas-lamp, surrounded by its moderators, burning when I went to bed
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