sofisnowflake

[sofisnowflake]

this blog started as an experiment, cause I was telling my friend that no one would actually care about it. but I was wrong apparently, I mean I don’t get that much attention, but since I got questions about my “work” this got interesting and I won’t do it as an experiment anymore. I will post whatever is on my mind (I mean I was doing it but now I’ll be 100% real and not a fake b*tch)

see u around, and remember you can send me questions up there!

[sofisnowflake]

-HEALING

sometimes all you need to do is change the air you are breathing. 

We all need fresh air. And I don’t mean literally, cause I smoke haha

Well, you know. 

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-Pretend.

I can’t remember when was the first time that I did it.

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-Liars.

How can people lie so well? 

Is it so easy for them to look into my eyes and deny something I already know is absolutely true.

It hurts like hell when they do it, but I have to lie too, and pretend it doesn’t hurt me, cause they can’t know what I know.

This could smash everything.

And I have to wait to smash everything.

Not yet.

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-Abandoning.

I wish I had never knew.

I wish I could go back in time and stop right before it was too late. Cause now everything has changed. All of a sudden I started crying. My entire world broke.

But it’s been 24 hours now. I feel a little better. 

They still act normal, as if everything is okay, even when clearly it’s not.

Now my eyes have been opened, and I see things I wasn’t able to see before.

Therefore, I’m leaving this place. I need a fresh start. A change of skin.

I’m not a kid. I can do this. But when can we exactly know when are we ready to something as big as this? 

I guess you never know. I guess it just happens.

All I know, is that this is a good change.

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- Explanation kills art.

Once you tell people what you did is “art” it has lost all the meaning.

The point of art shouldn’t be showing it.

It should be people understanding it and relating to it, with their own minds, thinking about what that piece means to themselves. 

what’s the point of explaining something that is supposed to explain by itself? 

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Fear of getting lost

I have been feeling lost inside my bones.

In here we are all wicked.

Broken.

But there’s beauty in the break down.

So don’t worry

This too shall pass.

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-Lady of The Flowers.

I have always felt out of place in school. Sitting in the classroom for hours trying not to fall asleep or run away, while I draw on my notebook instead of taking notes... and now that I don’t have to go anymore I feel free. Free of doing whatever I feel like doing... but then I remember.. I have to study for the biggest test in my life: to get into university. OH HOW I HATE STUDYING THINGS I JUST DON’T CARE ABOUT. 

I wish I could just tell people how much I desire to learn art history, but of course, they don’t care. 

For them, I am just a number. A bunch of grades. 

If I fail this... and I hope I don’t... but if I do, I won’t know what to do anymore.

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-Everything is an artwork.

You don’t need a lot of implements to get a good picture. Just play, it will get to you.

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-She’s trapped by the chaos she created. 

I could write a lot about self hatred. Living in a constant state of melancholy. Not depressed exactly, but not minding of laying in the ground forever. Not sad, but it’s hard to smile. I’m not trying to make it sound like it’s okay to feel like that, I’m just saying that’s how I feel sometimes. 

You can feel joy, but not forever. 

You can laugh, love, and create, but that feeling stills there. 

It will hunt you like a ghost. 

Like Arcade Fire said:

“You can cry, I won’t go” - “You can scream, I won’t go”

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-Mentally poor. Mentally rich.

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-Look at this alien hands.

If there’s one thing you must know about me, is that I like to use my hands to make art, and I include them into my work a lot. 

I believe it’s the thing I have took more pictures in my life. More than my cat, I swear. I used to hate my hands because they were so skinny and bony, but from the moment I started taking pictures I saw that they were pretty photogenic. Since then, I don’t hate them no longer 

Hands are pure magic. They can do anything. Create. Destroy. Help. Ignore. Make you feel pleasure. Make you feel pain. Do. Make. 

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-The Scar.

This one is not as simple as it looks. I was at my aunt in law’s house, hearing all the conversations they were having about marriage, money, having kids, being happy and unhappy. I have never liked that kind of “adult” subjects, so I took a break and went to the yard. 

Picture yourself in a yard full of colorful flowers, the season is autumn but there were more colors that day than there will ever be on any spring. You take a deep breath as you feel that you can almost smell the bright colors. The autumn colored leafs start to fall from the skies and you feel in your face the light breeze. 

You take that red leaf and you contrast it with the blue sky, you remember that you have that scar, but it doesn’t bother you anymore. Your aunt tells you to go inside, the dessert is ready. But first, you take this picture.  

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-The Fake Hat.

You may think this matching genuine range of colors was set up. Well I have to give the lie to that. I was walking around with my camera and some mates when I saw someone sitting in that table, and when they got up I saw this magestic magic hat. “IT FITS” I said, as I took their place, realizing that my clothes matched the architecture. So I guess I can call it a portrait of me, by my beloved progenitor. 

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WHO THE FUCK IS SOFI SNOWFLAKE?

Well, I don’t know neither. Would you join me while I find out? 

I have always been the outsider, the introvert. The girl who is always drawing, who’s always taking “weird” pictures. “The one who’s shy” and likes to draw and write on her journal all day long, listening to music obviously. Trying to avoid the chaotic and bane world around her.

Like her favorite band, Placebo, said in 36 degrees:

“I’ve always been an introvert, happily bleeding” - “I've never been an extrovert, but i'm still breathing” 

I believe only art can save us from this hollow world. I spend my boring afternoons in my house/friends’ houses creating useless and quirky pieces of art, and uploading a few on instagram (@sofisnowflake) because people find those pieces attractive. 

I’m starting to like my work too. That’s why I have this page.

I was born on the planet Earth, I will die on Mars.

I am Snowflake, see you around?