momocon has come and gone. the weekend was spendid with my most sincere gratitude expressed to those who bothered to stop by ~maldorora and my table to take a look, purchase a print (or even an original) and share a conversation. i look forward to seeing those increasingly familiar faces at awa in september.

the weather has been grey and wet the past three days. such atmosphere normally brings about a great laziness and sleepiness (coupled with the cold, you could call it a hibernation of sorts) to me, but with the excitement of chatting with a colorful bunch of spectators that feeling never got to completely sink in. i am feeling it today though, as if i were as slow as the cold rain that slinks down the panes of the bedroom window. such a soft chorus of drops in the periwinkle light of the day's first breaths coupled with the warmth of love and fluffy white bedcovers was sign enough that i surely did not want to get up this morning.

ah, today my heart is brimming with romantics. i would fancy a day to sit and organize the slippery poetics in my head to compose some --inevitably, still sloppy-- love letter. or perhaps just an afternoon to lounge and revel in the feeling. on days like these, nothing is more grand.