I’m Rioja in an Amstel glass.

BACK ~’’• in // Yorkshire !¡!
I am extracting utmost value out of my parents’ Netflix subscription - watching the Andy Warhol documentary series, which has been a riveting way to spend my first day back in Yorkshire.
Yum. Currently … enjoying drinking the Freeway “zero sugar” iced tea and snacking on confectioneries. Mostly Swizzel’s and small Galaxy caramels. It is nice to put one’s feet up whilst working, I am currently working on a commissioned work, a digital painting. This comfortability and stability is partly scary - partly invigorating. Delicious - almost.
Candy Darling, to me, is the epitome of contemporary beauty. On occasion, I look at Hayley - the most beautiful woman in the world, and ruminate upon how when she hits certain angles in photographs she appears as Candy.
Hayley enamours me as personally - I always had a very synthetic, hardened and precise notion of beauty. Not one for a candid, nor aesthetic openness - it dually baffles and dazzles me, how someone can look so good doing nothing. In fact she looks best when she engages in the most quotidian of tasks. Fiddling with her fingers, looking at something indistinguishable, and simply strolling. For some reason she looks best on the tube.
This relaxed stupor that reads as effortlessness is not effortless. Gosh, how much it takes to be beautiful - we go through so much makeup. So much:
“Oooh … try this!”
“Pin it all up!”
Prolonged fascinations with cosmetics have lead to a seminal part of our relationship being dedicated to doing ourselves up. We paint on the joie de vivre. She is simply more subtle about it than I - it is something I partly envy but I am partly proud of. Many a time - she wears my face better than I wear my face. Not so much now a model, but my extension.
Let me rephrase that - because that seems hubristic; we are extensions of one another. Pandrogyne.
She gets me all googly-eyed, which partly frustrates me because a bashful expression wears strange on a dragon. But this is a frustration I gladly feel - I love it.
Persistent thoughts: schmaltzy perfume commercials, Liberace, Dollar Store Vernacular, Krish - the best store in Kingston Upon Thames, and the colour purple. Ooh - and DDR memorabilia. Hayley’s influence.

2025 !¡! ~’’• Thoughts …
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A little tidbit after a long time … |
Divas …
I am a Tretchikoff in the flesh.

What On Earth …

~’’• Ate ,, (( 👸🏻💒🎨🍧 )) …
A Return To Art.
You Will Always Be There For Me.
Dependancy Disgusts Me.
I am going to focus.

✝️📿👁️⚱️ - Praise God !!
Kind Evening Everyone …
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Enjoy this quote from St.Faustina. When I was confirmed, my name became Cyd Kassandra Faustina ; of course my last names shall remain elusive. |

Let’s Make It Work - 28 // 05 / 2024

My Next Piece’s Aura ~’’• 👰🏻♀️💐🪽 …

Updated ~’’• 😘🐝 Home 🚞🤲🏽 and Lock 🔐👩🏻🎨 Screen … 28 / 04 / 2024 - 🌈🏔️🎨 …
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Good Afternoon !!
I have decided to use this blog, not only to create long-form essays on art but to also share smaller updates on my life.
Indeed, I desired an ( even more ) decorative interface on my phone, whilst maintaining utility. Prior to this blog, I had shown you my home screens. Since then, there has been imperative changes:
1. I only use one page on my Home Screen now. In the past, I had bloated digital junctions. This is rather embarrassing, but I used to have a 10-page Home Screen, taking a large amount of time to modify widgets for each app I had. Unfortunately, this was a massive time sink as well as an intricate mishap. Decisively, I cut down my Home Screen to one page, so my most frequently used apps are emphasised. I do not have many apps at all - but Eventbrite did not need to be on my Home Screen.
2. I am awfully sensitive to that of crude language. Most apps have stupid names. I decided to rename my apps using Shortcuts to phrases which are harmonious with my artistic vision. I utilise cyberspace to craft mnemonic anchors which give me motivation to work. The names of “Instagram” or “Snapseed” feel juvenile and “punny”. Not my language.
3. My Lock Screen has changed. I changed it to an artistic portrait of myself. The conventional societal consensus around having your face as your Lock Screen i one of self-conceit and vanity. I digress, this is an erroneous assumption. My body is a rightful canvas I can modify at my heart’s desire. Power is to be found within this notion. We are always told to not take our appearance “too seriously”, some may even say dressing in an unconventional fashion is “vain” because that is not what matter. This mindset acts as a prohibition upon beauty and original thought. Take your appearance seriously.
4. I made alterations to my widget board. When you swipe left onto the iPhone you can adjust what you want visible. I used to have a hodge-podge of miscellaneous widgets I was not using effectively. Instead, I now have a Spotify, Pinterest and Photos widget. Partly to remember times of strength by way of y photos, and partly to be imbued with aesthetic and aural inspiration by way of Spotify and Pinterest, respectively.
Here is my new screen :
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I have had a very productive Sunday thus far. Usually, I rest on Saturday - school tires me out on occasion, both cognitively and physically. One must find space to recuperate.
Speaking of recuperation, I hope you extract value out of your day today. I am wishing you peace.
Have a good day. I am offering you love and warmth.
Bye bye !!

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