pip atkinson draws pictures.

I had one of those rare moments today where I removed the filter through which I see my world.  It was beautiful to imagine my environment as exactly that, rather than this monotonous playground for rules and routine.  The trees are green, there are watercolour spills on my carpet and I happen to be wearing high-waisted gold pleated shorts.  This picture was from a day far more outstandingly beautiful than today, though it inspired the same feelings of contentment.  I was exploring an abandoned house with a gorgeous friend of mine—who also happens to be a spectacular photographer!  I’m excited to let you all in a little more.  Thank you for following. 

evendela:

reflection of a friend

Bear traps for the fur industry.

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An old collage.  Two funny old men argue about gardening habits.  

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Chinese Medicine 

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Whaling.  

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It is with great pleasure that I introduce you to Penny, the glamorous dreamer.  It is not long after Penny places her book of postmodern poetry on her grandmother’s bedside table that off come the nickers and out come the outrageous comments on socialism.  Champagne is as essential to her left hand as diamond ring, both of which graciously provided by a man whose name she seldom remembers.  

Here is Violet, the adventurous dreamer.  Suffocated by tea parties and dress fittings, Violet greets the day with a scowl.  Her evenings, however, are a far sneakier, far more exciting story. 

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I only let Swedes see me fly.  

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(Source: evendela)