Unsaid

She regrets it now;
having left everything unsaid.
Her heart breaks by the mere thought
of how everything could have been different if she had said
stay.

He watches the city disappear
in the dust of what seems to be the last memory of happiness.
If only she had said something.
If only he had forgotten his pride for once.

And both at other sides of this world
but in the same state of misery,
watch their worlds turn gray.

Jehona Thaqi © 2016

How to use water colours

Hi everyone!

I wanted to show you how the process of a water colour sketch looks like.

Frist I start with a few pencil outlines. Be careful not to push too hard, as water colours may not be able to fully cover the lines.

When I am happy with the outlines, I fill in everything I with a fine layer of colour. Note that you do not really need the white colour, just mix more water to achieve the right tone (unless you want to create a pastel tone or to highlight some specific areas).

After that I personally prefer to darken the colours gradually and to set shadows. Some artist prefer to cover the whole paper with a thin layer of colour, but I do not prefer to do so, as I often change my idea of the piece throughout the process.

As you can see, I used white to highlight only a few spots (usually I highlight the lips, nose, eyes and a few strands of hair).

I decided to do a rather abstract piece, hence the bone and blood stains. 

I add a few details to the face (and/or object) and progress to the background.

Here you can perfectly see how different lightings alter your piece and the water colours. I was unable to do the whole sketch in one sitting as I have a one year old son. If you’d like to see more progress pictures of another piece, please let me know!

The final step is finishing the background and adding shadows. As a beginner it may be a little difficult to add shadows, so take your time and do not get frustrated about ‘mistakes’. Practice as often as you can, learn how to mix colours and check out some great Artists on the internet (like Emily Artful, for example) for inspiration.

I hope this was helpful!

Love,
Jehona Thaqi

Wine

I sit alone, lonely,
the evening breeze dancing around my thighs, underneath the dress you loved on me,
flickering candles caressing my pale skin,
empty glasses of wine on empty tables.

I sit alone, lonely,
and I watch the city fall asleep on this sunday evening,
I watch lovers kiss goodbye
and broken hearts run home to their mothers;
for there is nothing a mother can not fix,
but I wonder why it had to be broken in the first place.

I sit alone, lonely,
the waiter kindly reminds me that they are closing,
I nodd, hanging onto my glass of wine,
almost empty,
but still there;
you see, I hang onto the sweet taste of love
and the bitterness which hides underneath your eyelids;
I remember your words, vividly,
and the way your fingertips danced upon my thighs
and the dazzling light of our veranda flickered upon my skin.

I sit alone, lonely,
the last sip of wine;
I see the blurred picture of you,
reaching for me, now.

Empty glass of wine,
but your lips against mine;

a familiar taste.

Jehona Thaqi©

Tulip

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Tulips grow out of my skin
with roots tangling around this body I once called prison.
To this day, whenever I despise my beating heart,
I remind myself that flowers grow within the cracks of my skin,
inbetween dark and hollow spots,
where once was nothing but grief.
I remind myself that bleeding is healing
and that the tears I cried have been the cleaning rain for my soul.
I remind myself that tulips do not grow
without the cold breeze of winter;
and so do I.
For I have been growing out of pain,
and I will survive each winter to bloom again.

Jehona Thaqi© you will not destroy me