She held galaxies
inbetween her ribs
and her soft beating heart.
An undiscovered mistery
underneath a veil that seemed
so much like a prison
but was her very freedom.
Dearest Reader, I am extremely excited to talk to you about my new project! Soon I will start to sell not only portraits (as some of you might already know from my other Social Media profiles), but also handwritten prints and illustrations of my poetry.
You will be able to purchase your portrait or your favorite poem online. The details are listed below.
It has always been a dream of mine to have my own little shop, where I can sell art in the most various forms to other art-lovers. I am starting here and now to widen my audience and I am hoping to connect myself with people from all around the globe, to share my interests and to make someone out there smile. Maybe the passion for my own shop will turn into reality in the near future.
If you are interested (portrait or illustrations of my poetry) please contact me via E-Mail: firstname.lastname@example.org .
Details on my portraits: I work on 100% cellulose paper (cold pressed), 13,5 x 21 cm. Shipping worldwide! If there are other requests (oil-paintings, etc.) I will be pleased to add them to my homepage. Feel free to contact me at any time!
Details on my poetry-illustrations: please contact me via E-Mail! I am open about new styles and I will try to make them as customized and personal as possible!
THANK YOU for your support!
Art; a friend of mine who comforted me when words were not enough. A friend who kept me awake until 3 o’clock in the morning, who did not want me to fall into dreams. A friend who let me dream with eyes wide open, who showed me perfection in other people’s beauty, who taught me that everyone has beauty.
As weird as it might sound, I have struggled a lot with ‘art’. Sometimes I got mad at myself for not being able to get to sleep, because I could not put my pen aside. I was so addicted to the idea of creating something breathtaking, which I never reached, that eventually it made me sick. “All art is but dirtying the paper delicately.”, wrote Ruskin, and I must admit that I have never read anything more accurate than that. We will never be able to reach perfection, not in art, nor in anything else. Drawing has only been a way of ruinig the white space with effort and taste.
Today I draw less. I prefer writing, even if words either leave too much or too little space. But sometimes, when my heart is heavy and my mind tired, I reach for a pen and let drawings and sketches speak for me.
Sometimes I still enjoy dirtying the paper.
Jehona Thaqi © the drawings are signed with Jehona B. because B. is my maiden name
Follow me on instagram @jehonathaqi for more!