Ariel Bubbles

The Story of Ariel Bubbles. Ariel the fictive construct of who you wish to be. A life you wish to live. A best presented self. Dare to dream, she does.
The mundane life of which is breathed is highlighted by the fantasy of surreal and the illusion of what is actual and tangible.

Ariel lives an average life that transcends through music, anecdotes, fashion, new cultures but most importantly the absurd, and plain peculiar.

Be inspired by what’s on offer in the ordinary.

Look hard enough or don’t look at all and you will find fantasy.

Your mind innovates the future and reflects the past

The mind both innovates the future and reflects on the past. The crucial part of living is balancing the reflection on the past as history, and not as regret. Live not a life reflecting on regrets but using the past travels and adventures to further better your personal world.

Lots of love, 

Ariel Bubbles, 

You can’t be sensible all the time. 

You can’t create your own journey using someone else’s map. 

You can’t create your own journey using someone else’s map. 

The influence of art is only as true as the artist’s emotional engagement in the work. It can take four years to create the same masterpiece that took someone else a minute. It’s the true artists that expose their lives. 

Continue to create. 

The influence of art is only as true as the artist’s emotional engagement in the work. It can take four years to create the same masterpiece that took someone else a minute. It’s the true artists that expose their lives. 

Continue to create. 

The way I show people I am worried is by kicking stones with my head down. 

The way I show people I am worried is by kicking stones with my head down. 

Sydney you are an oasis for inspiration. 
You illuminate individual dreams through your sparkling city. 

Sydney you are an oasis for inspiration. 

You illuminate individual dreams through your sparkling city. 

How is it possible to miss something that once it left you felt so free? When it came to an end you were empowered, yet all you want is to be back in that cycle of discontent. 
It seems so easy to forget the bad times. What bad times? 

How is it possible to miss something that once it left you felt so free? When it came to an end you were empowered, yet all you want is to be back in that cycle of discontent. 

It seems so easy to forget the bad times. What bad times? 

Remember those tropical days of freedom where you were faithful only to music. 

Remember those tropical days of freedom where you were faithful only to music.