I love words. All kinds of words. “Fugacious” however feels different to me, but yet again so familiar. “Fugacious” means “fleeting” or maybe even being a fugitive; a runaway, trying to escape injustice or terror.

I need to escape, every now and then, just to sink my teeth into “a festival of ‘MOI.” (ME in French. Thank you Ms O’Neill.)

But I also remember very well how I was forced, or forced myself to let the “MOI” be fugacious. I had to run away from situations, people and myself. I hid myself; not my body, but myself. People have opinions, we all know we have opinions. And to those who say that they don’t have an opinion….well that’s an opinion right there.

In life we enter and exit. From birth to death, and between those two we enter and exit, every second, minute, hour,day, week, year…. Thoughts enter and exit, and so do people, situations, lovers, pets. We enter or exit with dignity, pride, in silence, almost invisibly, or perhaps in shame.

I entered this world with a scream, and will do my utmost to exit with dignity, pride and with a boom.

But not yet; my work here isn’t done yet.

And I shall leave in a rainbow balloon…with all my friends present.

“One shouldn’t wear ones heart on ones sleeve.” (Helen Mirren as Elizabeth II in The Queen.”

Updates on Facebook are often whinging public displays of self indulgent outcries, and I cringe when I see it. Some of us suffer in silence, and some, craving attention at any cost.

Am I guilty of the latter? Most likely. I am myself a culprit. And make myself cringe.

But that’s the phenomenal beauty or vileness of expressing oneself through Art. We can all decide how we translate our emotions through a specific situation or object.

Express your emotions. But, make sure you own them.

There’s always one, isn’t there?

The nice one, the pretty one, the ugly one and the smart one. The inspirational one, the ringleader or the one with the most authority.

….or sometimes there is only a carrot and a few parsnips staring at you

Welcome to my blog about…..marker pens? Well, kind of, but more about how they let me use and abuse them – In a loving manner, of course.

I will publish drawings, basically….and probably some thoughts about life…and possibly death too.

You’ll see the signature TeNeM – That’s me!