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Hello Lovelies!

I like to write random posts when I get bored~!

(I'm extremely bored today)

I hope everyone is doing well and enjoying their holidays.

I've been SUFFERING from art block, so don't expect any new art pieces for a while.

Stay smiling,

Betty <3

Ink

It was just past dusk when I came upon the water's edge. 

I remember pulling back the gnarly, unkempt roses and twisting ivy before stepping into a tangle of brush. It was dry and felt weightless when I pushed that away as well.

The lake came into view very suddenly. Framed in gold and dying purple hues, it seemed otherworldly. 

It was overwhelmingly beautiful, yet somehow unsettling. 

I immediately noticed something was strange about the place: the water was dark; an inky black that I originally assumed was from the time of day. Now, though, I'm quite sure the water was always as black and oily as a raven's feathers. 

I took the weight of my camera off of my neck and chest and raised it to take some preliminary shots of the lake. I snapped only three or four photos before the light dipped away. It became dark very quickly, and I felt the tingle of fear creep up my spine. 

At the same time, though, I was washed over with a sense of calmness. The lake was so tranquil, undisturbed from the swaying cattails or drifting lily pads. 

By my leg, I noticed a soft purple flower floating by. It stopped in front of me and I couldn't help capturing the plant's beauty within my camera's lens. 

When I looked back up again, I was taken away by the lack of light. The photos I had taken of the flower were bright and nearly everything around the water was still bathing in soft light. The water, though, seemed to draw in any ray of light it could. 

Except, there was something glowing in the center of the lake...

The soft glow became an intense flash. I shielded my eyes and, when I could see the black backs of my eyelids instead of glaring reds and pinks, I opened my eyes.

Breathless, I saw a flurry of pure white stars, twinkling like crystals and snow. They were shining freely in the black sky, and reflecting back into the inky water.

Then, I saw it... or maybe, her.

In the very center of the lake, a creature's head was peeking out. As the creature's head rose higher and higher from the water, I saw it's feminine features. Her ears were pointed and she had horns! 

A demon!?

What I had perceived as horns soon transformed into antlers, and bright flowers rested gently on top of her hair. She smiled softly, like she knew how captivated I was, and her eyes shone with a certain brightness, as if she could whisper all the secrets of the universe to me.

I held my camera up slowly, and her grin grew. She was inviting me, so I took the shot. As the shutter closed, I saw the light flash once again. This time, when I cracked my eyes open, I was no longer on the shore of an expansiveness black lake. Instead, I was sitting at my desk.

My journal was open. I had no recollection of writing the date, or signing my name at the bottom. When I picked it up, though, a photo fell to the floor.

There, in all of her simple impish beauty, was the Spirit of the Lake.

Fetch Me My Smock!

Here's a little painting I did!

This piece is of The Star (Card Number 17). I used my own Tarot deck as inspiration and tried to capture some of the symbolism and majesty of the card. 

I'm quite happy with it overall, though there are many things that I wish I had done differently. I definitely consider myself a beginner, which means I have a lot of room to improve!

Unfortunately, I attempted to varnish this too early, and the colors got smudged. I was really bummed about it...

I have another piece in progress and I won't make the same mistake! 

Oh! One other thing: this canvas is 4 by 6 inches (which is roughly 10 by 15 cm). It's a little small, but I love lil' cute things! 

Thanks for reading!

-Betty