It’s 2am on Tuesday and I’m reading Brandon Sanderson’s Rhythm of war in the dark, promising myself sleep at the end of every chapter. I thought I’d grown past this behavior, and I’m glad I haven’t.
Me: do the work in silence, Caluba. You know you won’t do it if you’ve announced it.
Me when I’ve done it: shit! I should have been posting while I was doing it. Now the process is past and I don’t feel like posting anymore.
Happy Valentine's Day, Caluba Fam!
"My Valentine" is available and on sale this weekend. You can cop a print, or reach out for the original. If you're in Nigeria, prints are available upon request. Shoot me a DM.
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In barren lands, the boldest blooms rise. 'Solitary Blossom' celebrates the power of resilience, freedom, and individuality. The sunflower-head figure symbolizes the pursuit of nourishment and growth, even in the driest of environments. 🌻💛 How does this painting speak to you?
I feel like Nigerians would be more nudist if we had actual cold weather. After experiencing winter like that, ain’t no way summer will come and people won’t run outside naked.
Now that I can recognize some Japanese words, I’m always amazed at how much paraphrasing goes into translation. It’s like I’m hearing two versions of the same story
I got out of an elevator onto an empty floor that could not call that elevator. There were no other open exits from that floor. My phone was off. Huge space, massive windows but I nearly died of claustrophobia. If one of those windows were open, I’d have considered jumping out