It's a great irony of life when in recent months, when asked what I do, I only answer that I work, when I ask myself about money, I usually don't have it.
Obviously it magically disappear, even before having it... and I lied I cried a lot's of times, also was seriously pissed off having to start all over again and try to make it right - again!
You know we moved out?
Isn't matter, won't bother you with that one, all I'm gonna say RIGHT PLACE/WRONG TIME.
We'll be back there, that's the deal.
Meanwhile, hustle!
In the morning, I greet the sun, then turn on my "solar panels" - I'm pointing to monitors (my only source of light in recent months, hence the cynicism), in the evening, I wave at the moon, and finally, disappear into a deep sleep. Nothing new on the Balkans - I've summed up my existence in the last few months, now we can move on.
The phone rang, and it was the call I was actually waiting. Clients with whom I once worked on a long-term basis want me back; do I want to create content for them for social media, of course I do.
Universe, if you had an ass, I'd kiss it.
And that was the moment I solemnly signed that my precious would be glued to the chair for hours, for the next few months. I admit that I got out of shape, which caused me some frustration when I did the first collage and realized that the result was completely forced and definitely not something I would like to offer.
Meanwhile, I packed my suitcase and headed to their studio to reminisce a little bit about the atmosphere, get the vibe started, and pick up some ideas.
A bunch of novelties greeted me at the door, a collection of plates as a Tribute to Henri Matisse, the task of presenting the artist through art.
So much information's that my anxiety can't wait to knock on.
The day was gloomy and windy, I was dressed improperly, and 5 hours of travel and little sleep knocked me out on my return, leaving me with a slight pain in my lungs while the packed boxes of china was still in the suitcase, waiting to be unpacked.
Among them were espresso cups, inspired by haiku verses. For God's sake, how to combine Italy and Japan into one! Then I gave up on waiting the brilliant idea and indulged in the minimalism that both, Italian espresso and Haiku deserve.
My ego was already planning a big comeback on stage, but it had to be deflated because there is a stronger force striking.
Lack of sleep - therefore after reaching home I slept for 14 hours straight.
That morning I was already awake in every meaning of that word and I knew which way to go - to the bookstore to get hammer paper. When I'm doing flat photography or need a neutral background, I make use of hammer paper. Since I don't have studio, folding and rolling stuffs are my way to go!
Well, I lied, we do have one room where all of devices and stuff are kept, and when I get bored, I just close the door and pretend that chaos doesn't exist - with wonderful view over the kitchen where I am only passing by to grab a coffee, or water or some incredibly bland food like basic sandwich.
Someone could tell from my writings that I am not in the best of places right now, what would be true.
I'm currently in the absolute unknown, daily triggered and pushed out of my comfort zone, faced with both my own and other people's mistakes, I try to achieve everything, sometimes too hard (a wandering child's traumatic shadow in me), at the same time I do things I hadn't done in a long time, I'm building my boundaries that should have been built a long time ago... and so, what do I know, I'm living a life, too often it's a life of being too busy in which you have to grab moments for yourself (this applies to any form of communication, presence, sharing, work ), complete silence and solitude o n l y.
Question for dear darling, what do I do better?:P
(whisper the answer, don't let them hear)p
An apron model from time to time, occasion where I am actually wearing them :D
Not always easy task to bring the time back, like this collaboration I am working on - retro, chic, incompatible blends, yet luxury and appreciated.
Did you maybe guess where the connection between espresso and Haiku is?
Both are strong, short and straight on point.
until the next reading...
, this is my entry for the #monomad challenge, thank you all for your time and interest in what I do.