Colores pienso en sabores o algo como merenngue no sé ahorita me cuesta trabajo enfocarme en lo que estoy pensando siento que me vy a enfermar probablemtnee mañana caiga pedo, pero el pensar en pastel me hace senitro bien por alguna raxon la verdad lo siento femenino tal vez sea eso pienso en el rosa en unas telas blancas que cuelgan.
Fates drawings in art class with the watercolors. Ronnies shoes that are aqua blue and pastely. Brooke has ones like them that are pink from forever 21 like ronnies,
and there she was… sitting with her legs crossed, wearing pastel jeans, and licking the frosting off her her 4 dollar cupcake. I wondered how her hair stayed so tihgt in that high pony tail of hers. And those sperrys in perfect condition… The facade was bound of dissipate at one point or another…unless, of course, she….
I enter the new room I was sent away to for finding my mind again. The colors were so welcoming, so… calm. No neon was flashed at me, nor were the colors dark and gloomy. This was the perfect start on recovery road.
Hm pastels, when i think about this word I think of someone that recently told me that they like pastel colors. Strange I feel like my life right now is in pastel tones. Mostly lavender.
colors. artsy. chalky pencil things. summer. Sitting at the picknic table drawing a rose. A white rose I got from the Flower Shop one afternoon after a leisurely day at work. With Rick the gay guy and Kathleen my fun boss. My rose was shadey and had thornes. thorns that showed the beauty and fradgile exterier that is held inside every little thing. weather it be a simple rose or a more complex person. a relationship. these things are all super fragile. they can be really magical at times but at others they are tragic and feel as tough as the thorns on the stems of a rose.
The colors of the painting reminded me of rain, steam, wind, the sea, the peace one feels in a dream, where all things are right with the world. I wanted to capture them, and paint my life anew.
pastels are really pretty. they remind me of the leaves i used to pick when i was little.
cherry blossoms. gorgeous cherry blossoms, on my way back from the library.
pastels also remind me of babies. and fields. and youth. i still have my youth, but i long for an earlier time still. I love pastels. I wont ever outgrow them.
when i saw this word, i thought mom. she is an artist that graduated from the top art school in korea, the one where 2% of ppl g. its such a prestigous school and i am SO proud of my mom for getting in. pastels are icky asnd im not very fond of them bcuz of the smudging, and such . they give a nice vibrant color and there good at mixing, but still
So bland…. no where to go… i just want a splash of vibrancy and of hope.. pastel means hospitals, it means staying calm. it means mediocrity…I want to be vibrant, I want to live, let’s get going.
The sky was an array of pastel whirlwinds as the seven red planes jettisoned into the twilight of the new planet. As the roses, red and tinged with white like snow against a bloody wound, snaked their way out of the dark hardened earth, the pinnacles of civilizations, tough and wrought with what looked like iron and crystal, was more appealing to me than they had ever been these past six years I had lived here as a human ambassador.
How… quaint the little cottage was. Nestled in the groves of towering pines and crackling brooks. With its tucked away china cabinet, antique tea table, and pastel walls.
i love the colors of pastel. i love the way they reflect off the sun and make things just so much better to look at. also pastel is cake in spanish and i love cake and the colors of pastel make me think of easter liek pink and blue and green and orange and blue. i love to wear bright pastel colors because it makes me feel bright
pastels, that’s all i saw when i looked at the beautiful painting. whoever the artist was knew how to embrace these colors to create a soft spring look. the colors were so light along with the brush strokes, and everything blended together beutifully.
I dragged the chalk pastel across the paper, being rewarded with colorful lines. I eventually manage to create a shape, and I smile brightly at its progress.
The colors are soft. They are like Easter. They are like beauty at a young age. They are quiet. They are innocent. They are sweet. they are cute. They are pastel.
Well..I think of the years that all pastel colours were the in thing for decorating. Was it the 80’s? I don’t know how I ever thought or believed that painting a room a lovely mint green and then sponge painting a peach colour on top was beautiful! I must have mellowed by all the easter egg shades of babygirl pink, buttery yellow, eggshell blue, pepperminty green, summery peach and lilac purple.
its a color. bright. makes me happy. also i think a type of crayon or something. maybe paint. lighter colors. like easter. easter colors are nice, but i cant wear them or see them without associating them with easter. not sure why. i guess thats just life, things get associated that really arent all the time. but anyways, it also sounds like pastry. yum.
colours. something so pure and innocent, so sweet and yet different. cotton candy and the state fair; children screaming, laughing; mothers yelling at them to behave. first kisses ocurring, crushes and valentine’s days.
Pastels are beautiful and complicated. They make the most ethereal looking pictures when in the hands of a skilled artist, but can be the bane of the existence of an inexperienced one. Some of my favorite pictures of all time are made with oil pastels as well as a combination of hard and soft ones. Plus, when a word makes you think of babies, it can’t be so bad either.
I choke on colors as I write down your face with brown-green – I wish i was a seaweed, green and oily, but I’m just a pastel that lives inside your brain…You pastel-witches are driving my water color-hear insane.
This is the way I see it – if it isn’t orange, then all of the other colors must go along, but otherwise, orange can survive all by itself. Yellow might just add up to the lightness and shine of Orangeland, tho.
The petals of the crocus pushed through toward the sunlight in this phenomenally mild weather. Their cheery pastels were brighter against the brown of last year’s dead grass.
i like pastel colors. my favorite is baby blue. often bridesmaids dresses will be in pastel. easter is the holiday where you will see a lot of pastel colors. easter eggs are pastel the word paste is inside of the word pastel i like light colors more than bright ones.
Pastel.
Vibrant shades of colors explosding in a mix of circules and patterns. Washing the blank white page with life, freedom, passion. The light colors and the chalk substance, I often walked down the blocks looking at children give the world life with their pastel art. It was simple, it was clam, it was life.
The emotions of those of us standing by the river were as rough as the waters themselves. They were flowing deeply inside of us and running until they too poured out for all of the world to see. No one spoke, no one moved, all was still except for those terrifying waters. Even now, in our memories its as if it were a picture whose softened pastel colors showed nothing of the minds of those who stood. Solidified as if posed only to paint a picture.
Colores pienso en sabores o algo como merenngue no sé ahorita me cuesta trabajo enfocarme en lo que estoy pensando siento que me vy a enfermar probablemtnee mañana caiga pedo, pero el pensar en pastel me hace senitro bien por alguna raxon la verdad lo siento femenino tal vez sea eso pienso en el rosa en unas telas blancas que cuelgan.
Its light and soft. Its sweet and delicate. Its frilly and sugary. Somedays I wish they sky would be full of pastels.
Fates drawings in art class with the watercolors. Ronnies shoes that are aqua blue and pastely. Brooke has ones like them that are pink from forever 21 like ronnies,
and there she was… sitting with her legs crossed, wearing pastel jeans, and licking the frosting off her her 4 dollar cupcake. I wondered how her hair stayed so tihgt in that high pony tail of hers. And those sperrys in perfect condition… The facade was bound of dissipate at one point or another…unless, of course, she….
I enter the new room I was sent away to for finding my mind again. The colors were so welcoming, so… calm. No neon was flashed at me, nor were the colors dark and gloomy. This was the perfect start on recovery road.
I think of colors like baby pink, mint green, cool wintermint blue, and mustard yellow. I think of summer. I think vibrant, bright and cool.
I hate pastels. To mute color is to take away its vibrance, its livelihood.
Colors…lots of colors…most don’t appeal to me. However, I do picture sidewalk chalk…sidewalks…the place of fun for kids…Easter…making eggs with gramma
Hm pastels, when i think about this word I think of someone that recently told me that they like pastel colors. Strange I feel like my life right now is in pastel tones. Mostly lavender.
colors. artsy. chalky pencil things. summer. Sitting at the picknic table drawing a rose. A white rose I got from the Flower Shop one afternoon after a leisurely day at work. With Rick the gay guy and Kathleen my fun boss. My rose was shadey and had thornes. thorns that showed the beauty and fradgile exterier that is held inside every little thing. weather it be a simple rose or a more complex person. a relationship. these things are all super fragile. they can be really magical at times but at others they are tragic and feel as tough as the thorns on the stems of a rose.
I wish my life was as fun and lively like a pastel drawn by a professional artist.
I got nothing else
The End.
this i s always used to describe colours, however i wonder if it’s meant to describe “light” in general. doubt it. but anyway, pastel colours suck.
The sky was blooming in soft hues. Tones of sincerity, kindness, love.
But it lacked passion.
Anger. Depth.
The colors of the painting reminded me of rain, steam, wind, the sea, the peace one feels in a dream, where all things are right with the world. I wanted to capture them, and paint my life anew.
pastels are really pretty. they remind me of the leaves i used to pick when i was little.
cherry blossoms. gorgeous cherry blossoms, on my way back from the library.
pastels also remind me of babies. and fields. and youth. i still have my youth, but i long for an earlier time still. I love pastels. I wont ever outgrow them.
when i saw this word, i thought mom. she is an artist that graduated from the top art school in korea, the one where 2% of ppl g. its such a prestigous school and i am SO proud of my mom for getting in. pastels are icky asnd im not very fond of them bcuz of the smudging, and such . they give a nice vibrant color and there good at mixing, but still
So bland…. no where to go… i just want a splash of vibrancy and of hope.. pastel means hospitals, it means staying calm. it means mediocrity…I want to be vibrant, I want to live, let’s get going.
The sky was an array of pastel whirlwinds as the seven red planes jettisoned into the twilight of the new planet. As the roses, red and tinged with white like snow against a bloody wound, snaked their way out of the dark hardened earth, the pinnacles of civilizations, tough and wrought with what looked like iron and crystal, was more appealing to me than they had ever been these past six years I had lived here as a human ambassador.
Pastel colors. They are the colors of love, happiness, and childhood. They don’t hurt. They don’t sin. They don’t kill. They are beautiful…
How… quaint the little cottage was. Nestled in the groves of towering pines and crackling brooks. With its tucked away china cabinet, antique tea table, and pastel walls.
One of the prettiest things I ever saw was under my one-time influence of schrooms, when the whole world looked like a pastel painting.
i love the colors of pastel. i love the way they reflect off the sun and make things just so much better to look at. also pastel is cake in spanish and i love cake and the colors of pastel make me think of easter liek pink and blue and green and orange and blue. i love to wear bright pastel colors because it makes me feel bright
pastels, that’s all i saw when i looked at the beautiful painting. whoever the artist was knew how to embrace these colors to create a soft spring look. the colors were so light along with the brush strokes, and everything blended together beutifully.
I dragged the chalk pastel across the paper, being rewarded with colorful lines. I eventually manage to create a shape, and I smile brightly at its progress.
The colors are soft. They are like Easter. They are like beauty at a young age. They are quiet. They are innocent. They are sweet. they are cute. They are pastel.
Well..I think of the years that all pastel colours were the in thing for decorating. Was it the 80’s? I don’t know how I ever thought or believed that painting a room a lovely mint green and then sponge painting a peach colour on top was beautiful! I must have mellowed by all the easter egg shades of babygirl pink, buttery yellow, eggshell blue, pepperminty green, summery peach and lilac purple.
cake. bright. subtle, beautiful, art, oil. chalk. very soft. smooth.
faded to white i looked at the pastel sky you were missing from here pink smiles left behind i missed you my friend why leave this faded place?
its a color. bright. makes me happy. also i think a type of crayon or something. maybe paint. lighter colors. like easter. easter colors are nice, but i cant wear them or see them without associating them with easter. not sure why. i guess thats just life, things get associated that really arent all the time. but anyways, it also sounds like pastry. yum.
colours. something so pure and innocent, so sweet and yet different. cotton candy and the state fair; children screaming, laughing; mothers yelling at them to behave. first kisses ocurring, crushes and valentine’s days.
Pastels are beautiful and complicated. They make the most ethereal looking pictures when in the hands of a skilled artist, but can be the bane of the existence of an inexperienced one. Some of my favorite pictures of all time are made with oil pastels as well as a combination of hard and soft ones. Plus, when a word makes you think of babies, it can’t be so bad either.
the dress.. it was just horrid i couldn’t help be just think of those weird by yummy mints you get around Easter or weddings
I choke on colors as I write down your face with brown-green – I wish i was a seaweed, green and oily, but I’m just a pastel that lives inside your brain…You pastel-witches are driving my water color-hear insane.
This is the way I see it – if it isn’t orange, then all of the other colors must go along, but otherwise, orange can survive all by itself. Yellow might just add up to the lightness and shine of Orangeland, tho.
The true art is being expressed with this little thing … your all true emotions and views about the nature and the whole world around you.
deep oil cool coating canvas crafting permanent pictures.
The petals of the crocus pushed through toward the sunlight in this phenomenally mild weather. Their cheery pastels were brighter against the brown of last year’s dead grass.
i like pastel colors. my favorite is baby blue. often bridesmaids dresses will be in pastel. easter is the holiday where you will see a lot of pastel colors. easter eggs are pastel the word paste is inside of the word pastel i like light colors more than bright ones.
Pastel.
Vibrant shades of colors explosding in a mix of circules and patterns. Washing the blank white page with life, freedom, passion. The light colors and the chalk substance, I often walked down the blocks looking at children give the world life with their pastel art. It was simple, it was clam, it was life.
lavender
blue
easter
spring
orange
yellow
lime
purple
pink
april
colorss
The emotions of those of us standing by the river were as rough as the waters themselves. They were flowing deeply inside of us and running until they too poured out for all of the world to see. No one spoke, no one moved, all was still except for those terrifying waters. Even now, in our memories its as if it were a picture whose softened pastel colors showed nothing of the minds of those who stood. Solidified as if posed only to paint a picture.