Greetings from Vienna. (This blog has no language logic whatsoever!) I have reconnected with ink, this wonderful thing. Interesting that sometimes it takes so little to feel excited about drawing again. Every line and every "mistake" made feels suddenly so ARTISTIC.
Vienna is full of cultural possibilities (and let's be honest, possibilities to waste one's money) but so far I have managed to stay out of most. Perhaps to an extent that it's little bit embarrassing to just stay home. But it's a very nice, and not too common feeling to feel actively creative and curious towards my own practice. Lately, back at home, I haven't felt creative either at home, or studio. I want to enjoy this feeling as long as it lasts.
In the afterwaves of the Tricky Women festival, I googled what early flowers attract pollinators and bought some to my terrace. Now it got suddenly colder and the pearl lilies are doing fine, but the primroses and forget-me-nots I lift inside every night.
I was sick for some time and now happy to be feeling better every day. Happy to be getting my taste buds back - I have cooked some really nice things here. Lemony lentil soup from my head, and tofu and rice following heavily simplified version of this receipe.
There is a strong contradiction between this serenity, the sun shining in from the windows, decorative chocolate lambs in old cafés and small inky characters on the working table to what people are doing to each other, to the weaker, to this planet. Every day destruction continues, comes closer. I don't often succeed, but I try to take care of others, live carefully, protect what I can.
