MICHIE

Day 52 ... spring hasn't come yet. Good evening.📚🧡📖🌙 🧡🧡🧡 " Winter Hydrangeas " is a poem that literally describes the state of hydrangeas in winter, but it also seeks to portray how easily assumptions can be fostered in everyday life. 「冬の紫陽花」は文字通り冬の紫陽花の様子を描いた詩ですが、日常生活の中で思い込みがいかに簡単に育まれるかを描写しようともしています。 🧡🧡🧡 Winter Hydrangea "I am exhausted," said she, Or did I hear her wrong? The colours, the textures, the veins. Everything is Colourless, Smoothless, Lifeless. "I am dead," said she, Or, did I hear her wrong? The colours are desert sand, The textures are weak cracks, The veins are desiccated mummies. - Michie Lyne 🧡🧡🧡 「私は疲れ果てたの」と彼女は言った それとも、私の聞き間違え？ 色、質感、静脈 すべてが 色がない 滑らかでない 生命がない 「私は死んだの」と彼女は言った それとも、私の聞き間違え？ 色は砂漠の砂 質感は弱い亀裂 静脈は乾燥したミイラ - ミチーライン 🧡🧡🧡 Winter Hydrangea, pastel, Michie Lyne, 2025. Winter Hydrangea 

Day 20 ...  The sky is getting brighter  Good morning, ☕🌺🌹 Tulip  is a poem about a tulip in my bouquet.  In multiple colours: purple, white, yellow, and orange. What I really liked were the two-coloured tulips: orange and yellow. I was just looking at them and looking back at myself. Tulip My tulip of my drawing Orange in yellow Mellow afternoon Each petal opens, I feel The subtle touch, I breathe The subtle scent Suddenly, a drop of tear Wells up in my eye, Thought, I breathe Not to let it fall. - Michie Lyne 🌷🌷🌷 チユーリップ 私の描いた私のチユーリップ 黄色の中にオレンジ色 穏やかな午後 花びらが、一つ一つ開く、 繊細な感触を感じ、 繊細な香りを吸い込む 突然、一滴の涙がこみ上げてくる でも、息を吸い込む 落とさないように ミチー・ライン My Tulip, pastel on paper, Michie Lyne, 2024.