terça-feira, 27 de dezembro de 2016

Just doing something i feel like

27.12.16

Na realidade, já não sei há quanto tempo não acordava sem despertador num dia de semana, e no meu "ramo" no natal é quando mais trabalhamos. Mas agora que terminou, posso sentar-me e criar so por criar, juntar, misturar texturas, brincar com bocados velhos de coisas e de novas. Procurar fitas e ideias.
É estranho talvez, que no dia que decido descansar um pouco, dê por mim a fazer mais do mesmo, mas, porque ainda há quem me inspire, lá fui eu de japonesa na mão, pontos e zigue-zagues. Sim, dizem que quem corre por gosto não cansa, e no meu caso é mais "dar ao pedal". Acreditem que o meu pé neste pedal é bem melhor que no carro, culpa da vista direita. 

segunda-feira, 26 de dezembro de 2016

A piece of peace

26.12.16


While she poured the tea, i could feel the peace spread through the room. Oxitocyn. Diane smiled at me and i was just so grateful she toke me to this wonderful place.
There is so much going on in the world. Sometimes we tend to forget the wonderful people in it. 
She explained to us why she was taking the water from the pot, why the tea could not stay wet, as she poured it into our tiny cups. Her soft voice. The small temple in the next room. Emotions. 
I know i am such a cry baby, and boy i did feel the tears climbling up from my heart, but not in a sad way, just in a thankfull way, and as she told us about the artist that made what is hidden in these small packages i made today to keep them in, i knew i just had to bring a piece of this peace home, to my children, to myself, to a dear friend who understands my work and the inprint i would like to preserve in  it.
Maybe tomorrow i will show you. If you were there with me, please hush.