Monday, June 4, 2012

Like a broken butterfly

Sunny days could be a pain, if one's heart is weighted down by sorrow. 
Rainy days calm me down, since the gray color of the sky, that heavy feeling in the air before the rain and the very strong earthy wet dirt smell after it seem to correspond to my blue thoughts.
If my soul were a butterfly, it would be now a broken one. 


  1. Hi Thao Mai, Cause I like your blog so much I nominated for a Reader Appreciation Award. See my blog:
    All the best! Edith

  2. I like your drawings and paintings and colorings and writings a lot. Usually, I sit down at the computer with some tea and look at all your art and read what you write.

    For this drawing, I think it really matches your words.