Well.
It's been three years since I started an account on Blogger, and I
never thought I'd revamp it since my dreams of becoming head engineer
for a Formula 1 team fell by the wayside and I fell out of blogging
about the racing season. You can thank Uranus in my home sign of
Aries for helping me revise my image, Saturn helping me realize that
there is indeed a hell but there are indeed ways to avoid it (that
big ringed jabberwocky in the 7th and 8th
houses does things to you, need I say more), Neptune for helping me
uncover my artistic voice and toning my Ram horns down a notch, and
of course, Pluto being Pluto (NASA can stick it!). It was all just a
matter of overcoming my fear of publicly shedding light on what goes
on in this deep dark cranium of mine and writing it all down for the
world to see. But nevertheless...
Hello!
My
name is nirvhannah and I do nothing.
But
in all seriousness, though...
I
do stuff like this:
(Kurt Cobain in watercolor)
(Bjork in 3B graphite)
(Lorde in brush markers)
(Ben Shepherd and Matt Cameron in 3B graphite)
(Ben Shepherd in middle-grain black charcoal)
(Chad Channing in soft black charcoal)
and
these, too, I should add:
(Soundgarden)
(Nirvana, with Dave and Chad)
on
occasion, crap like this:
(Gol-Ben-da, a tribute to Rene Magritte and Ben Shepherd)
and
every once in a while, something significant will happen, whether
it's Xana la Fuente...
...Chris
Cornell (yes)...
(he
happened more than once, I should add)
...Dimitri
Coats...
...NirvanaNews
(the biggest Nirvana blog in the history of ever)...
...and
I wasn't able to get a screenshot of it, but Chad Channing happened,
too. And as with Mr. Cornell, more than once! Since the first
incident with Mr. Cornell, I've considered letting one dollar from
artistic commissions go to his charity IfOnly.com (merely an idea,
but it's something I've taken into account numerous times).
“An
idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at
all.” -Oscar Wilde
I
know what you're thinking (and if you asked me this two or three
months ago, I literally would've asked the same thing with you), why
does this kook matter? Why should I care about this rambling madwoman
who talks like Penelope Garcia bullshitting through an academic
paper, and thence named herself after a trio from Aberdeen and the
one member of Soundgarden who everyone seems to misunderstand?
Well,
it's very simple.
I'm
just like you. I'm just a human being who loves what she does and
finds conforming to a standard a waste of time. The only difference
between you and me is our choice of careers. You do what you do—and
whatever it is, I don't care what you say, you're probably fantastic
at it—and I do what I do.
And
I'm not going to be one of those artists who bores you with a
pretentiously-written artist's statement (even though I sort of had
to write one at one point, and I say that lightly, don't get me
started on that nonsense). As I said up above, I've seen the dark
side of the moon more times than I like since the tail-end of 2010.
Many a number of ghastly things happened to me between then and now.
But all things aside, I've seen the good in the world, like with the
people mentioned above. I've also written to my dear Mr. Ben Shepherd
(who's my hero, by the way) twice, because quite frankly, he deserves
not one, but two, relics from my artistic library.
So,
sit back, relax, smell the Violet Roses, take an ice cream cupcake,
and bask in the Stone Pale pixie dust radiating from the sparkling
sun, the lovely moon, lucky Jupiter, and my home planet of Mars.
Welcome
to nirvhannahgarden~
What
is nirvhannahgarden, you ask?
A
fantastic world of magic built from a broken mind and a life that's
tragic. Every day is spring, and everything is In Bloom. All who are
different are welcome, and are on the receiving end of the love from
nirvhannah.
Who
is nirvhannah?
The
alias of Hannah Christine Nicholson.
Who
is Hannah Christine Nicholson?
A
woman.
A
woman who's been singed by the sun one too many times but her skin
continued to rejuvenate and lighten with stardust. A woman who swam
in the storm drains of hell but managed to climb out with the help of
Apollo's light. A woman who lives to express herself from the heart.
A
woman who doesn't really smile much...
...but
has a lot to sing about.
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