Evening thoughts with Davy Jones (original art) - I wish I had a tiny house writing

With Jones - cause it seems to me that my city is close to transform to an underwater world. It rains, finally it rains a lot.

I don't like summer, all the heat and sun. I wait for the autumn, when everything well washed with instant raining, when I'll be able to walk with my dog a lot again. And when cool weather and numerous cups of tea will bring lots of inspiration back to me.

In summer I can't work, I really simply can't. Seems like heat kills my fantasy, and my ability to move as well. I'm even not mentioning the fact that it affects badly on my art supplies. Both - digital and traditional, but of course digital more.

Now it rains, and it's 15 Celsius. And I really hope it'll stay like that. Please, dear nature, not +32 again, OK? It really makes me sad, uninspired, and a hard person to communicate with. Cause everything I can think about is how do I survive next five minutes in this oven.

A lot of artists prefer summer for creativity. I can't understand them, I'm from the opposite camp. It's autumn, and all the trees are full of colors? Brilliant, it inspires! It's winter, and everything is covered with show? Awesome, I can have a cup of tea, read a good book under the blanket with my dog, and then create something using what I read for inspiration. Spring is more complicated, it woks only before the weather spoils (in my understanding of the term). So - until it's not too hot, and our favorite park is almost empty. 

I love wandering alone. Not completely alone - but with my dog. We can leave the house in the morning and come back in the evening, dirty, hungry and happy. But it works only when it's not hot. Then all the roads in the city belong to us, and the nature itself smiles with a warm smile.

Yes, it's also connected with a huge amount of alcoholics in my country who attack the parks and our favorite walking places as soon as possible, they come together with summer. Alcoholics and drug addicts. So in summer you go for a walk to the river side, and you step on broken bottles and used syringes every minute. Pleasure? No. This is Ukraine, baby, it's considered normal here.

I dream that one day I'll live in a tiny house far away in the forest. Tiny and clean house, not a huge one. And I ill write my posts from there. And I will be able to go for a walk with my dog whenever I want - and will not have to worry about my life and health. And her too, especially her.

She's small and tiny. And really friendly - I wish I was so friendly as she is. But I'm not. I still learn. But no idea why I have to be friendly to people who think that they are the only creatures who can live on this planet. The only ones who are really valuable. And they're allowed to throw poison where they want, just because they don't like animals. It's Ukraine, baby. And this is how it really looks. 

Luckily Astro never ate something dangerous outside. But really - we're lucky with it. 

I wish I had a tiny house. I hope one day I will.

 As usual, thank you for reading, voting and commenting. And as usual the one who comments with nice post(art)/good post(art)/keep up the great work will be burned on inquisition fire:) 

Love, Inber