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I’ll never forget the first time this little green bean showed up on the screen! Time for a rewatch!

A Painting For Tymon, inspired by The Fly Agaric @les-gnossiennes-fantomatiques

Some of his quotes, from which this painting, from which this painting takes heavy inspiration

Time heals all brain holes it seems

Damp dark soil, filled with all manner of things rich and thriving

Watched her as she dropped each little token of life in its new home

Smoothing the turned soil over her darlings. Only that gardening sometimes feels like i am burying family. Burying friends

It’s a hard ordeal to bury something Erik agreed, tilting his head as he ran his own bare fingers through the dirt, every silvery scar wrapping around them alight with sunshine. But from such plots come such fragrant memories. It was in little exchanges like these, so simple and so mired in her husband’s own queer fashion, that she found herself able to make dinner in peace

I think the best compliment is to remember one’s writings and words

Now no shrub had yet appeared on the earth and no plant had yet sprung up, for the Lord God had not sent rain on the earth as there was no one to work the ground, but streams came up from the earth and watered the whole surface of the ground. Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being

But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.” Again, he stooped down and wrote on the ground

What I love about @les-gnossiennes-fantomatiques The Fly Agaric is that he has cleverly used soil and the garden as the central theme to his fiction. Hereby, we see Erik and Christine actually come together naturally amidst their whatever differences that they might have and it is in gardening they have this in common between them, came to an agreement and a certain peace. The author LGF, used the analogy of the soil to signify both the birth of life and death, ironically both found in soil. The soil also held a divine meaning, in which in the Beginning ( of life of mankind ) God first used the dust and soil of the ground to create the first Mankind in The Garden in which God Himself would have a relationship with. The writings of both authors in this case is similar, when we have Erik and Christine bent over sowing seeds of life and God Himself bent over as if in child’s play dough, forming Man from the damp dark soil in the ground. And then we see Erik’s fingers running through the dirt, as LGF has described as every silvery scar in a similar scene as God’s fiction in which Jesus stooping over running his fingers writing on the ground. Both of them in an attempt to bury the past, scarred memories or dead events. We note that LGF has laid the important themes in the beginning of his story The Soil, The Garden and importantly Unfortunately for him, Christine never forgets. Hence this scene is exceptionally touching, as we actually see Erik as Christine’s emotional support, agreeing with her and stopping together beside her, helping her to bury memories of her past, which frequently surfaced in her mind, even as she carried on with the chores of her daily life. I also note this story of LGF described and played heavily on the theme of Christine’s mind. Readers were actually able to read the thoughts of Christine, which was veiled to others. Indeed the mind is so important as it helps us to frame perspectives and truly it controls almost every part of our body and actions. “clinging to her arms like he’d won her at a carnival” was how she really felt. LGF managed to describe real and vivid examples of how although how we can’t help but feel and respond in a certain way towards a certain person or event, due to how our brain perceive and react. Ever since the Fall of Adam and Eve in the Garden, we have lived in a very much imperfect world of suffering. Wounds, scars and brain holes are inevitable due to the imperfections of man. In fact most of these brain holes are inflicted by family or friends closest to us, sometimes knowingly and sometimes unknowingly, for in Jesus’ famous last words, He cried “Father forgive them for they know not what they do” We read online of horror stories of horrible men committing horrible atrocities deserving condemnation, yet the sad truth is most of them turned out this way due to neglect, hardship and similar abuse unto them and the cycle of evil continues. My favourite part of my drawing is the blood clots in the brainholes mired with soil, upon from out of which all baby birches rich and thriving are birthed. My biggest apologies to everyone as I had tried to adapt Van Gogh’s painting for his nephew also named after him Vincent - Almond Blossom but it didn’t look similar. I hope the idea and thriving manner the branch blossoms are drawn make up for gaffes. It is also interesting to note the lives of the three different Vincent Van Goghs “ coincidentally held a very Christian analogy in the first VVG representing the law, the second VVG representing a type of Jesus, the third VVG representing an inheritor, something I learnt together with my soul mate this year as it was he who contributed such readings about VVG that even I didn’t know about.

The brain was also shaped like a fruit of the knowledge of good and evil and spherical earth like. The yellow and blue spiral staircase inspired by my experiences on Tumblr this year, yellow and blue is our theme, and also dedicated to everyone out there who suffers from a spiralling mind ( mental awareness week ) The staircase is painted as royal golden stairways to Heaven as these minds are often beautiful in their ways too. And even if they should fall, they fall into the bosoms of the everlasting petals of The Rose Palm. The Rose did not lie to the Little Prince. It’s true that there was only one special rose of its kind. The blue and white ladder is inspired by the DNA gene 🧬 and spiral staircase which I have learned from Prince’s analogy one first Sunday of the year

There are many amazing details in The Fly Agaric, in which the author LGF has infused in his fic, which should be savoured and understood in depth, which is why I have taken my time to read and re read and let this fic linger in me, instead of hastily reading through and then moving on to other fics. The theme was also my favourite and I think no other author has made me cried so much in my life but Tymon, hence the title of my painting A Painting for Tymon. Thanks @les-gnossiennes-fantomatiques for the awesome story. I hope this detailed compliment is the best compliment you have ever received among all the compliments for this work

Forever yours,

A year on nov 23 - nov 24 - here’s to us across different realms from reel to real - inspiration & ideas exchanged across in loop

Our memories 2023 2024 2025 ♾️

But one thing I do

For a day together with you,

In your courts

Is better than none at all

So

Take a chance”

I never forgot that moment when you looked up at me as I signalled to the waitress to bring out the flowers and cake. I caught your eye. There was something extraordinary in that eye it was extremely quick extremely sharp I can never describe it with my soul

It’s was as if you knew the plan but there you were in person experiencing it in real time, that surprise plan unfolding.

A line from Love Spectrum S2 …

“What do I say next ….?” Sheepish

Btw Queen of Tears is a huge success are u part of that too ? 😅

The guy too who reads devotional book together wins is meant for me …

That moment when she realises home is where he is

And when every single moment with CH, she saw QC instead

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