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I'm still here, still drawing, still studying.
If you're interested in talking to me or finding me on social media my account names are:
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Website:
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You can also email me about commissions, or if you have any questions about anything at:
amy.elizabeth.rodd@gmail.com
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If you're interested in talking to me or finding me on social media my account names are:
Instagram:
www.instagram.com/missamyeliza…
Pinterest: Miss Amy Elizabeth
Facebook:
www.facebook.com/missamyelizab…
Website:
www.missamyelizabeth.com.au
You can also email me about commissions, or if you have any questions about anything at:
amy.elizabeth.rodd@gmail.com
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Step into Spring
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As usual, I'm slugging away at my PhD for the title of 'Doctor'
Had a few setbacks in my study, pretty major setbacks, but getting back on track all the same.
Created a few sketches and artworks over the last 18 months, I'll upload them soon.
Drew my first drawing in 6 months yesterday. Felt exhilarating. Always feel more creative with looming deadlines.
Haven't had any time to do much aside from sleep, work and study. Don't even remember what friends or a social life are anymore. Sometimes I sneak to the beach and study there though. Creates a nice break in the monotony of walls and desks and textbooks.
Read a few novels over the last few weeks to get philosophy out of my head before I go to sleep.
I recommend the following reads:
'Delirium' series by Lauren Oliver
'Red Queen' by Victoria Aveyard
'Angelfall' series by Susan EE <- GO READ THIS ONE RIGHT NOW (best book I've read in about 8 years)
Read a few novels over the last few weeks to get philosophy out of my head before I go to sleep.
I recommend the following reads:
'Delirium' series by Lauren Oliver
'Red Queen' by Victoria Aveyard
'Angelfall' series by Susan EE <- GO READ THIS ONE RIGHT NOW (best book I've read in about 8 years)
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Spring wings
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The days are warming up, bright luminescent sunshine trickles into my room across the day.
The first round of my PhD confirmation is coming up. 1 of 3 until I'm a doctor.
I'm starting to relax, wind down and feel inspired again.
Inspiration ebbs and flows like the wind. Some days it's a gale force, other days you can see it tickle the leaves of trees.
The first round of my PhD confirmation is coming up. 1 of 3 until I'm a doctor.
I'm starting to relax, wind down and feel inspired again.
Inspiration ebbs and flows like the wind. Some days it's a gale force, other days you can see it tickle the leaves of trees.
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The Crisp of Winter
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I miss drawing.
I endeavour to draw more, I always feel more like myself when I draw frequently.
I think perhaps reading books will help my mind delve into the fantasy land of my imagination.
Studying for my PhD has me reading a lot of academic papers.
This leaves a bit of a gap when reading for pleasure, as I end up analysing the writing and it's harder to get lost in the world of the writer.
Part of my studying leaves me feeling as though I am forgetting how to feel that connection to art and life.
I find it harder to unwind and relax lately, however I go through a phase every year where I feel much more uninspired.
I am yet to snap out of the uninspiring snap for this year, nearing the middle of winter, this is usually my creative freedom.
Aside from throwing my thoughts out to the wind in this journal, I am progressing through my studies slowly and working.
It's my down time that I need to learn how to relax which I believe will help with the creative side of my PhD.
Learning to relax, unwind and let the artwork flow.
I fling happy thoughts to the wind to all those who are creative, and all those who read my journals and look upon my artworks.
Happy creating
I endeavour to draw more, I always feel more like myself when I draw frequently.
I think perhaps reading books will help my mind delve into the fantasy land of my imagination.
Studying for my PhD has me reading a lot of academic papers.
This leaves a bit of a gap when reading for pleasure, as I end up analysing the writing and it's harder to get lost in the world of the writer.
Part of my studying leaves me feeling as though I am forgetting how to feel that connection to art and life.
I find it harder to unwind and relax lately, however I go through a phase every year where I feel much more uninspired.
I am yet to snap out of the uninspiring snap for this year, nearing the middle of winter, this is usually my creative freedom.
Aside from throwing my thoughts out to the wind in this journal, I am progressing through my studies slowly and working.
It's my down time that I need to learn how to relax which I believe will help with the creative side of my PhD.
Learning to relax, unwind and let the artwork flow.
I fling happy thoughts to the wind to all those who are creative, and all those who read my journals and look upon my artworks.
Happy creating
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14th Autumn
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The sun beats down on my skin reddening it as I travel to and from work.
The humidity is so thick I suck it in deep as I breath in and out.
The workload is intense as thoughts and chaos run about my head.
Relationships get put on hold as I try to unravel and reorder my life, time flying and stopping at the same time.
Words are always the same, thoughts feel the same, but every year that drifts by is different upon retrospect.
I feel the same as I did when I was 15, yet my age wears on, and I feel I will never feel any different.
Some things excite me, some things annoy me, I try to pursue my passions and life drums on.
Time, it seems is never linear in the way we experience it. Some things go fast, some things go slow. Everything flies by in the end. I will blink and it will be the 15th summer of the new century. And life still goes on.
My memories feel like snapshots, a reel of a film within a camera. I remember some details more than others, try to document my life and those of the people around me, and life keeps beating on.
When I write it feels as though my words are coming out sad even though I feel like I'm happy.
Things never end up the way you expect or plan, but they are good in their own experience.
Life I have found, is never what you imagine, but it is a wonderful adventure.
Entangling thoughts always gnaw on the forefront of my mind and I wonder about things that are not necessary or relevant. I guess it makes me a part of who I am. But I feel an adolescent in grown up skin that needs to embrace adulthood.
Responsibilities are becoming more apparent and I want to retreat back to being a child, when in childhood I yearned to be an adult.
I feel as though I have discovered myself and know who I am now, although I now know what I have to do, I want to relax again and be small and have fun.
The humidity is so thick I suck it in deep as I breath in and out.
The workload is intense as thoughts and chaos run about my head.
Relationships get put on hold as I try to unravel and reorder my life, time flying and stopping at the same time.
Words are always the same, thoughts feel the same, but every year that drifts by is different upon retrospect.
I feel the same as I did when I was 15, yet my age wears on, and I feel I will never feel any different.
Some things excite me, some things annoy me, I try to pursue my passions and life drums on.
Time, it seems is never linear in the way we experience it. Some things go fast, some things go slow. Everything flies by in the end. I will blink and it will be the 15th summer of the new century. And life still goes on.
My memories feel like snapshots, a reel of a film within a camera. I remember some details more than others, try to document my life and those of the people around me, and life keeps beating on.
When I write it feels as though my words are coming out sad even though I feel like I'm happy.
Things never end up the way you expect or plan, but they are good in their own experience.
Life I have found, is never what you imagine, but it is a wonderful adventure.
Entangling thoughts always gnaw on the forefront of my mind and I wonder about things that are not necessary or relevant. I guess it makes me a part of who I am. But I feel an adolescent in grown up skin that needs to embrace adulthood.
Responsibilities are becoming more apparent and I want to retreat back to being a child, when in childhood I yearned to be an adult.
I feel as though I have discovered myself and know who I am now, although I now know what I have to do, I want to relax again and be small and have fun.
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