Made Only Now This Little Portrait, A Thought Of Which Didn't Leave Me Since I've Seen Photo Of Mahsa

Phantom in the mirror

Communicating with people I often stay closed to them, showing only that side of myself which consists of socially approved, conventional features, and hiding the rest behind this layer of normality. Of course, there are exceptions - those ones who are more trustworthy - but even with them some of my thoughts remain unspoken as well as certain intentions stay undone because of the fear of hostile misunderstanding.

During most of interactions I carefully choose my words, keep my emotions under lock and key, fit my appearance to certain standarts (to be honest, this is what I always do, unfortunately), because I foresee that otherwise I will look like a weirdo.

But in thoughts I'm counting minutes till the moment when I'm alone. When I can stop thinking of how I look, erase the smile away from the face and simply become myself.

Pockets of an archetypical 80s rocker.

Once I had a dream: a perfectly beautiful room I hope to create for myself one day. Where I'll feel safe and in peace, and whose aesthetic I will just adore. Sadly, I forgot almost everything about this dreamy room - except for one feature, it was just engraved in my memory: there were decorative hand painted plates displayed on the wall, and each of them pictured a mermaid.

So I decided I want to draw this room of my dreams, and those mermaid plates especially.

A living space of which I dream went through some serious changes during the recent years of my life. I remember when we studied art history in the university how I was obsessed with medieval architecture and interiors, and how I thought what a fun (and what a mood) it would've been to live in romanesque or early gothic castle, or at least in a little lonely tower.

Then my lust for whimsy became a bit more modest, and for some time I imagined a mansion built in one of those styles as a place to live.

After that my longings narrowed down again, and in that point of life I was saving plenty of images of both cute and tiny cottages and simple apartments.

And here I am now, subconsciously dreaming about just decorating a corner in my own way.

Isn't it amasing how the dream gets smaller and smaller when it faces our world of money? What a miraculous exhaustion of belief in fairytale.

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

Alchemical extraction of the Pure Glam

Ingredients:

-   Sleaze;

-   Fairy Dust;

-   Grain of Riot;

-   Whiskey. It might seem that every alcohol suits, but if whiskey’s been replacing by Vodka, glam gets more hard rock features, as the look on early G’N’R makes to think.

Richie Sambora in a historic AU as an inn owner by day and rogue chieftain by night.

Key words: late XVIIIth century, 1780s (yes, 80s again, are we even surprised), marquis de Sade, treasure hunters | rogues | pirates, pirate ship.

There's another miniature portrait - like this one on the wall, but featuring the owner. It belongs to the person with fluffy blonde hair. The two of them got these portraits done in their youth, and exchanged them to be able to look at each other even if distance separates them.

The concept in more detail:

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