Time slips away
And the light begins to fade
And everything is quiet now
Feeling is gone
And the picture disappears
And everything is cold now
The dream had to end
The wish never came true
And the girl
Starts to sing
Seventeen seconds
A measure of life
(Seventeen Seconds by The Cure) ← Such a great example of 80′s moodiness and beauty ↓
Couldn’t figure out a title today…
This is loosely based on a picture I took on a trip to Lucerne a few years ago.
I don’t know what made me remember it today of all days, and why I drew it like this.
Went to the beach with Oleg to watch the sunset and eat ice-cream.
This Yoga pose mimics the way babies sleep. It’s very calming for some reason.
It’s finally Friday noon.
I’m lying on the sofa in the living room, re-reading ‘The Invention of Solitude’ by Paul Auster (didn’t remember how good it was).
Booblik the cat is next to me, sensitive to every small movement.
And on the radio Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong do Summertime. How perfect is that?
Apparently my blog was hacked by some nasty people who want to sell stuff really badly.
I just saw that on Google Reader it automatically changes my post title and I’m sure there are other things I’m not even aware of. We’re gonna try to clean up this mess asap.
Really sorry for that! Thanks for your patience…
My name is Keren Taggar, an illustrator from Tel Aviv, Israel. This is sort of a sketchbook blog, a place for me to publish things I have nowhere else to show, and also a daily drawn diary.
