I've rekindled some of my old ways over the summer, and happily got back into doodling/painting/making art just for my self. To keep my motivation going and because I have this conviction that no matter how crappy and unworthwhile you think your work is you should share it, I have started a lil' art tumblr. Have a nosey or don't at sofiescholtenart.tumblr.com even though it's still in the embryonic stages.
also if you have an art tumblr then send me your links below, as I'm using this tumblr to keep TABS ON ALL OF YOU!
love sex. Not that I have much experience, in a realm as large as the universe
I’ve only explored our solar system, with much left to discover beyond even the
discoveries mapped out by scientists. Though an intrepid explorer you could say
my read knowledge outweighs my practical experience, yet I’ve got a libido for
may have been influenced by my sexually enthusiastic friend or my unenthused
school sex education. If sexuality in all its forms is so key to humanity,
health and happiness I do wonder why in the UK at least it is not freely discussed
in schools alongside our compulsory doses of Math, Science and English? Where
was porn, masturbation, erotica, body positivity, communication tatics, BDSM, real anatomical explanations,
sexuality, gender, intersexuality amongst a multitude of other topics on the
curriculum? Luckily for me the internet filled, and continues to fill those
gaps, yet what of those who do not have internet access or find information too
late or just may not have the initial curiosity? For their sake I do hope all
those screaming about the insidious effect of sex heavy media on our teens will
turn their fervourentvoices to the
advocacy of clear, inclusive and critical sex education.
In my own
journey I hope to find a place were my fervoured support will soon be of use.
In the meantime I’d love to point you in the direction of some of the sexy
things I’ve been watching and reading:-
I suppose this post is only further evidence of the importance of details. The second image illustrates the simplicity of this outfit (something I've been wearing for the household chores that have been a big part of my summer) without the addition of a cute ribbon and socks needed to make me feel sassy and freeeeee. Hope your all well!
A lot of what I wear is in the detail, detail which I sadly am never great at capturing in the photographic form. The gold and olive green glitter shimmering my eyelids, the rosy pink lipgloss, the pleat in my trousers, the flower clasp in my hair, and the deep burgundy shade of my shoes. Each element brings the outfit together, and puts the part of my mind that needs to curate a specific character to rest. I am more than my outfit, but when I'll be judged on that outfit it must tell the world exactly the me I want to be that day, the me that includes all those meticulous details.
assume as knowledgeable readers that you have seen the
appropriately titled film “An Education” and will have memorised
that scene in which an enthusiastic Jenny bubbles “I’m
going to read what I want. And listen to what I want. And I’m going
to look at paintings. And watch French films. And I’m gonna talk to
people who know lots about lots.” I
assume such things because I assume you are knowledgeable and
youthful, and like
me, related to the character of
Jenny. Maybe even like me thelingering
last notations of your diary entries bubble
with similar wishes to spend a lifetime reading books in a quest to
know lots about lots, and finally become the culturally cultivated
individual you have
always envisioned yourself
is most definitely a noble and just generally lovely pursuit. I have
always loved the classroom, the ability to collect knowledge, and the
ensuing spilling of trivia to friends and family,
however wishing to become the
embodiment of knowledge (aka Stephen Fry) alone is unworthy, despite
‘knowledge is power’ lectures. Knowledge is merely a tool, and
should not be hoarded, unused in the desolate junk yards of our
quite rightly may say knowledge has helped me understand the world
and myself, and to
write these reflections on knowledge
itself, yet I still feel that my younger attitude towards it needs
rethinking, with these few proposals:
-That I must not
needlessly collect knowledge for the sake of an undusted collection.
-That I wish to be
valued on what I do rather than what I know and that at the moment
I’m rather lacking in the first category of doing.
we should give this opportunity to others, and remove this "hipster"
(I dislike that word) attitude of valuation by pop culture reference.
that I apologise for assuming that
you are worthy readers if you have viewed the film "An
I am feeling rather nostalgic and blue-sey about the existence of your blog. I hate to read and look at you a year older and wish to be you. I wish to be old Sofie. But old Sofie, you were not really more proactive were you? Just because you kept a blog? The truth is you were. You did more, you somehow managed to balance blogging with schoolwork and you were not consumed by fear/boredem/pity. You were not the neutral slob of goo that you have become in recent months. You were not floating in your own bubble of shit, merely consuming your own shitty thoughts, untill the shittiness became normal, became your polluted atmosphere.
You had people responding to you, appearing to care about the things you wrote, a small audience of readers that you could engage with. You've forgotten how rewarding that was, and forgotten to be grateful and humbled by their kind, thoughtful comments.
You've gotten so far into your own head, that you've stopped doing.
Yes, over the past year you did schoolwork, you showed a basic level of passion for the lessons you sat through, you worked hard to get some grades.
Then again, maybe it goes much further back.You had a lot more passion as a child, and now you have few to no passions or atleast have not helped them grow.Hard stubby seeds, this has become the winter of your life. But the season is summer, and theres nothing stopping you but yourself. The blog is a harsh reminder, but also a comforting one. You did it once, you can do it again.