They've Been Apart For Too Long.

God knows why but for a long time I wanted to make an art dedicated to the most divine drink I love - hot cocoa on plant based milk. It somehow warms my heart when I drink it, especially if I manage to achieve this mesmerising thick bubbly foam which under the right angle shimmers with all colors of the rainbow.

No will to draw, no will to paint - mid of summer is the most uninspiring time for me. But luckily I have this little sketchbook illustration of wild flowers growing nearby, on my street and on surrounding ones, which I made a month ago. With pink background it looks like some glammy herbarium to me.

I searched for these flowers' names, and turns out pink ones are Malva sylvestris (з милою альтернативною назвою "калачики лісові"), and blue ones are Cichorium intybus.

Girl with Golden Eyes

Mirror can't stand the real face of russian soldier.

Place to hide

I'm tired of waiting

An' closing my eyes

I'm asking myself

Why is it all my horizons

Are so far away

I look in the mirror

Don't like what I see

In my reflection

A stranger is staring at me

Looking for love

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I understand these lines exactly how they're illustrated.

Man sees a stranger in the mirror, and this stranger looks so longing-for he begins to drill with eyes a lyric hero. And I believe this passage has a continuation.

When I had listened to these words closely, joyful relief and stupid giggling started to tear me apart, because it seemed like a clear allusion on slash (and selfcest). Which would mean classic rock is not entirely soaked with heteronormativity and toxic masculinity.

I know what the song tells about further. But I better close eyes on it and leave my delight untouched.

Thank you so much for the magical concert in Kyiv on November 28 th. It was something shrill, crushing and inexpressibly beautiful. I don’t think this note will touch the spot, but you can mentally feel the waves of my adoration.

I hope with all force of my soul that You’ll Be Back.

Sometimes the song is so damn good you just have to illustrate it.

https://lono.bandcamp.com/track/--5 

    January 15 th, 1987     Van Nuys, 8:30 p.m.

    Today we were back in the studio, writing for the new album. I rode in on my Harley feeling all jittery and decided to stop for a small fix... Went in Denny’s on Gower and Sunset (always the classy guy!). I didn’t have a spoon, so I bought a bottle of Pepsi, threw the bottle away, kept the cap and went in their bathroom to shoot up. The shitter was disgusting - black rings and shit stains around the bowl and the unclever graffiti all over the walls...     I sat on my motorcycle helmet on the floor and filled the cap with water from the toilet. I dunno why I didn’t fill it from the sink, like any sane person would. I put the bottle cap on the toilet seat in the piss and stains, and poured coke in it. I drew it up in the syringe, washed it out in the shit water, put a little china white in the cap and cooked it, burning my fingers. I had no cottons, so I just drew it up and shot up.     The studio was fine after that... I just felt dead.

    Nikki Sixx, “The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star”.

    I hope we all understand it’s not a lure, but a warning.