Picture yourself when you were five. In fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love her, feed her? How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings. She’d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, you’d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums or meltdowns turned her into a poltergeist, you’d demand a loving time-out in the naughty chair. From this day forward I want you to extend that same compassion to your adult self.
Kris Carr (via eibmorb)

It is growth, then decay, then transformation.

It is growth, then decay, then transformation.

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Brushpen sketch…

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Don’t fear the storm.
Have had a wonderful time in my current job, all things come to an end, and on to the future.
(Does anyone need a pre/production design/colour artist? My portfolio is here! http://www.ameizhao.com/)

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Don’t fear the storm.

Have had a wonderful time in my current job, all things come to an end, and on to the future.

(Does anyone need a pre/production design/colour artist? My portfolio is here! http://www.ameizhao.com/)

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