Finally available in my Etsy shop: my very first handmade Quote illustration! An inspirational quote from the 2015 Disney movie Cinderella inspired me to create this elegant, colourful ink drawing.
Like most of us, I guess I have been waiting for spring to arrive, after a winter that somehow seemed to last a little longer than usually. With a world in tumult & my faith in humanity tested more than once, these simply words of encouragement have helped me to keep my eyes on the horizon & to realize that real change often starts close home. It starts with me, with my own hopes, believe, resilience & with my own courage to look at what it truly means to be kind and courageous in daily life. And even though I haven’t even come close to perfecting the art of kindness nor courage, I guess I have at least learned to aspire both as often as possible.
So, if you need a little encouragement, some positivity or simply want to purchase a beautiful piece of art, please feel free to hop over to my Etsy shop & have a look at this beautiful print. It is a print of one of my original handmade illustrations, printed on Satimat natural 150 gr paper. Lovely to frame or stick on your wall with colourful some washi tape.
Love for now & see you in my Etsy shop!
It’s been a while. A very long while, I should say. After a couple of weeks away from the computer & few weeks of holiday for my camera and pencils, my silly neck & shoulder are still bothering me, like they have done for months now. So, I should still be careful & stay away from this computer screen as much as possible. But throughout the last couple of weeks, I at least did manage to make a few weekly photos, which I would love to share with you here today. Furthermore, you’ll have to bear with me a little longer, until my shoulder gets better & I can give this blog the full attention it deserves.
But there is good news too. During my little hiatus, I finally did make time to order some new photo prints to add to my Etsy shop. And I also dug up an elegant, line drawing I made last summer & which I’m really proud of. I brought it to my local printer & it will be available for purchase in my Etsy shop real soon. So, that is something to look forward to! More on all this soon. I’ll leave you with these pictures for now & hope to be back here in not too long…
‘Overcome by the depths of winter
the morning lay in wait
for a sign of unspoiled life.
Goodbye December, the time has come; time to say goodbye.
Another year has gone by; it passed swiftly, as always. There it was; larger than life, filled with its seemly countless blank days, its stories untold, its memories impatiently waiting for somewhere to begin. And then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone. You came along, announcing the end of a moment in time, running quietly forward, straight into new times to come.
Goodbye Dear December, I have to hurry now. I look behind me & it seems you are already fading. I can’t help feeling that I have somehow lived less of you than I usually would. Like I spend my time moving through one day, merely to get to another. Do you know what I mean? I wonder if you felt it too. It’s not that I wasn’t grateful for your days or that you didn’t provide all that a good December is supposed to provide. You gave me cold days, frosty morning & stormy evenings. You gave me Christmas lights, hearty meals & heartfelt conversations. There were unexpected moments, there were sweet surprises too. Lights appeared in trees, windows were decorated with words of wisdom. Mist crawled through the streets, frost wrapped its celestial white arms around spider webs, decorated fences & walls with the sparkling wonders of your winter. Flocks of gees passed overhead, calling out one to the other, I bid them a silent farewell, wanting them to travel safe, yet to return with spring. There was beauty everywhere; enough to go around, enough to satisfy the soul. But yet, it was as if I wasn’t really there to witness it all.
But, dear December, it wasn’t you. It was me. I suppose I got distracted by the finality of your season. Distracted by the end of things, rather than by the middle of them. Your days have been heavy with thought. But not with thoughts of you. It were thoughts of this year’s ambiguous heritage instead.
A full year has passed. It is slowly receding back into itself. Leaving us standing at the brink of something new, still feeling slightly weary of the world & all its heartache. Weary of people dying in the safety of our streets, weary of cities under siege, children dying too young or growing up too fast. Weary of our endless wavering believe in what is right & what is wrong. Who are we now? And where will we go from here? The past year has been a challenge to the soul & I’m afraid you have been no exception, December. Sometimes, I can’t help but feel defeated by it all. Frightened of what lies ahead. What if I am simply too trivial & insignificant to stand up to the new ways of this world? What if I’m too frightened to take a stand or to simply speak my mind? I don’t want to worry, but how can I not?
Dear beautiful December, I am sorry for the lack of attention that I have given you. I feel I have let you & myself down. And I am truly sorry about that. Because all I really want is to thank you. Thanks you & all those colourful, eventful, wonderful & priceless months that came before. I have moved through most days of the past year with wide open eyes, boundless appreciation & an endless wandering mind. I have witnessed early mornings; pristine & promising. I have walked through the silence of seasons unfolding, have wrapped my arms tightly around the beginning of each day.
I read more books than I did the year before, I never wrote enough letters, I cooked countless meals & watched new stories unfold in & around me. I have worried, I have cried, I have felt at a loss, defeated, adrift. But I have laughed too. I have celebrated, I have walked, I have enjoyed, I have seen & I have done. I wrote down my version of events, I documented my humble understanding of beauty & I created something that was mine & no one else’s. I loved, I rejoiced, I learned & unlearned. I thought, I was & I wasn’t. And more than anything, I lived. Lived as courageously & as consciously I could. And it wasn’t perfect. Of course, it wasn’t. But it was the best & the only thing I could think to do. And I loved it. And I thank you all for that.
Goodbye Dearest December, goodbye to you. Goodbye days. Goodbye weeks. Goodbye Year. I’ll must be going now. But I’ll make sure to think of you along the way…
Series: way too many episodes of Lost.
Movies: Mystic River, Les Misérables
Songs of the year:
Elegy for the artic – Ludovico Einaudi
Incomplete – James Bay
Will of the river – First Aid Kit
Nemesis – David Gray
You want it darker – Leonard Cohen
New Year’s eve – First Aid Kit