Dewa sono uchi ni

My mom got a soldering gun and I went ahead and made several peices.

here is my first one:

here is my second:

here’s the first one again, both sides this time:

and here’s my third one:

PLT

Here’s something that was emailed to my mom today:

yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision, but today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope

Here’s what I wrote yesterday:

dreams come from the heart

but dreams are of yesterday

reality faces us today

but cam be dreamed through

visions are in tomorrow

but they can become today

or a dream yesterday

PTL

I decided to finally post some stuff. this is what I’ve been doing lately:
snowball girl:
  

pastel people:

painted lady:

soccer guy:

island girl:

And many more. ptl

I try to remember…

remember something

some sweet memory

maybe it’s important

maybe it’s not

I think I might remember

remember that sweet memory

my memory…

I danced under the stars

the twinkleling, shining stars

a moon too

 a big, glowing moon

I forgot my cares and worries

worries can wait… dancing is better

I dances in the grass

the soft, sweet dewy grass

I twireled

The singing trees twirled with me

the trees sang me music

 sweet music

music only I could hear

and understand

they told me they’re deepest secrets too…

I danced fast then   slow    so  slow

I layed down in the grass

the sweet smelling grass

and I opened my eyes

a bird was chirping outside my window

waaaa-keee waaaa-keee waaaa-keee…

sweet grass

PTL

My mom got me started on the Salt Challenges. This challenge was on joy.

I did this on a piece of scrap wood I got in the basement. Those black marks on the hymnal page are nails. (Don’t worry, they’re nailed in all the way.) The picture is of my grandpa and great aunt. They are a bit older now. I used an ink pad to dye the wood that way. And I used oil pastels for the writing. Oh, I also used the ink pad on the background picture.