“Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.”—This is the scariest fucking text post I’ve ever read (via fuckinq)
So guys, I made a Facebook page for my art! Help me get rid of day jobs all together so I can spend my days making art and still being able to live! Share me around and I will be truly grateful! Even commission me a few bits, I guarantee they’ll knock your socks off if you like my style ;) x
Be a lovely noodle and check out my new art website and some of my recent projects!!, would be great if you could leave feedback! Always keen for ideas and opinions, and if you happen to fall in love, I am always looking for more work for affordable prices! Unique, detailed in inspired passion and the silent hours thats not yet day or night, the world is asleep and hope is being born.
ImogenEllenArt, spread the world, share the link, help me make my dream come true so I can live out my days creating and feeling alive.
In this age of the quantified self, we measure how many hours we slept, steps we took, calories we burned. Yet we know nothing about ourselves. We spend more time checking-in to our stats than our souls. Our experience is mined for data but not depth. We have all these numbers to improve now, but no idea how to dial back the numbness.
Life needn’t be a spreadsheet, yet our useless fascination goes on. We spend more time shopping, in considering the thread-count of our sheets before purchase, than we do soul-searching, that beautiful art of thinking about the quality and purpose of our lives.
We are addicted to the constant digital stream, often peering gape-mouthed into the sordid details of other people’s lives; in the process we have checked-out of reality, neglecting our own life so pregnant with potential and meaning.
If we are to measure and monitor and improve anything, let it be our presence and character, a mindfulness for who we are and how we are experiencing and relating with the world. Have I been true to myself? Have I lived vibrantly today? Have I loved openly today? Have I made a difference today? Let us check in to ourselves in these ways; for, in the end, these are the only measures that matter.