My Inner Demon

Tarja Turunen

Sleeping Sun (original version)

God knows why but for a long time I wanted to make an art dedicated to the most divine drink I love - hot cocoa on plant based milk. It somehow warms my heart when I drink it, especially if I manage to achieve this mesmerising thick bubbly foam which under the right angle shimmers with all colors of the rainbow.

Richie Sambora in a historic AU as an inn owner by day and rogue chieftain by night.

Key words: late XVIIIth century, 1780s (yes, 80s again, are we even surprised), marquis de Sade, treasure hunters | rogues | pirates, pirate ship.

There's another miniature portrait - like this one on the wall, but featuring the owner. It belongs to the person with fluffy blonde hair. The two of them got these portraits done in their youth, and exchanged them to be able to look at each other even if distance separates them.

The concept in more detail:

Understand how you want. I only know what I see here, and what I see is the spark.

That feeling when you are Ukrainian scrolling ukrainian news feed.

An already monstrously big neighbouring country hates you and wishes you death, few others support and help her, so here, get a shelling at queue and missile strike on crowded shopping mall, both ended up with victims.

And wipe the tears off the screen when you're done reading, babe.

This post I want to dedicate to the earth.

I rarely meet her myself because the city surrounds me.

But I love her. And I know exactly that a lot of people in my country have with her much deeper connection. They work with her putting in this a massive amount of time and efforts. They take care of her and appreciate her - for the fruitfullness and for the fact that she just exists. Earth is if not sacred (or is it) than at least definitely very important. We owe her a lot.

That is why it's very hurtful for me to read some of news which regularly appear since the beginning of russian full scale invasion. I wrote down a few:

· russian troops are digging tranches and building fortifications along the perimeter of Zaporizhzhia nuclear power plant.

· occupants blew up the ammunition near the power unit, and that started a fire (this power plant is biggest in Europe, damage of its explosion would be worse than one of Chornobyl disaster).

· russian missile flew dangerously low above South Ukraine nuclear power plant.

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· occupants launched a missile strike on the chemical plant and hit a cistern with nitric acid.

· because of fighting there was an ammonia leak. Cloud is moving above the grounds.

· during bombings russia destroyed the only in Ukraine and one of the biggest in Europe gene bank of plants where more than 160 thousands varieties from the whole world were preserved.

· a cholera outbreak started in occupied Mariupol.

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· occupants shelled a tractor working in the field - driver was seriuosly injured.

· russian troops destroyed by missile strike an elevator which was able to preserve up to 30 thousands tons of grain.

· russia stole more than 400 thousands tons of grain on temporarily occupied territories of Ukraine - this can lead to the famine in some regions and in the number of countries. Now russia's trying to sell the stolen.

This is outrageous disrespect for others' work and for how much to this work the earth had given. This is awful unconcern for environment, nature, soil. This is selfishness which has no boundaries - only to show their illusive power and satisfy the ego - their or their master's - people are ready to cause a destruction scaled like nuclear explosion.

How many more tortures this earth is able to endure?

Red, red rose... brought it home to you

Blood-red rose tells me that you're true

Red, red rose, blood-red rose

Like a fire inside that grows... blood-red rose

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Fathers, please. ♡

[the video, soft and beautiful, that I used for references, is "Bon Jovi | Diamond Ring | Rare Pro Shot | London 2010" by hAnD90]

I'm tired of waiting

An' closing my eyes

I'm asking myself

Why is it all my horizons

Are so far away

I look in the mirror

Don't like what I see

In my reflection

A stranger is staring at me

Looking for love

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I understand these lines exactly how they're illustrated.

Man sees a stranger in the mirror, and this stranger looks so longing-for he begins to drill with eyes a lyric hero. And I believe this passage has a continuation.

When I had listened to these words closely, joyful relief and stupid giggling started to tear me apart, because it seemed like a clear allusion on slash (and selfcest). Which would mean classic rock is not entirely soaked with heteronormativity and toxic masculinity.

I know what the song tells about further. But I better close eyes on it and leave my delight untouched.

That feeling when you madly want to talk to the dead rock musician