I have left this place for so long, and now I come here and peek in to find you have made these beautiful beautiful things in the meantime. This, (aside the minotaur song for another sympathy reason - as it feels there are different sympathies), is my favourite one. Somehow, I feel very connected to it in the way that I 'am' being right now. I don't know if this is a strange thing to say (if anyone was ever one to say more strange things as they never were stranger in the past that seems like a hollow fruit looking at it now!), but: I believe 'I feel like this painting'.
Hi Sangis. I am happy that you are back and I happy you find my pieces beautiful, I and hope you fell conected not only to "girl" but to life it self. I read your journal. Dont know about these feelings. I have always been very, for good and bad, rooted in myself.
Aww, thank you. I do feel very connected to life. Or rather, I am returning to feeling much more of it? I had one of these very horrible all-life consuming jobs that forced me to practically just function and exist. It's funny, I had only ever heard of such employments before. (Not that I am condemning jobs, I am just under the very 'moral' (they tell me) impression that they should give you something fulfilling back.) I completely know about this in-self-rooting cabling. (It seems funny and cute to look at it like a little self-sustaining machine, with cables coming out and going right back in. I hope you enjoy this picture, too. ) Even observers told me about how I used to appear as though to be "resting in myself", as someone once aptly named it. Only recently I came to the conclusion that this, today, is not actually the case anymore. So I took steps back and now that my cancellation is almost through I feel like I got some perspective back. Truthfully, you don't need to worry. And thank you so much, this was a very kind and thoughtful deed (I call it deed, because I don't find any other good word to call it). Much love! (To you, and also for life. I have always loved life and never ceased to - it was just that I didn't really have much of it.) Hopefully, the future will be more prosperous, and in some experiences collected some lessons learnt!
L is for Life is for Learning! (This could easily fill in as a nice primary school ad, if only there was a reason to advertise primary schools?)
I never mind late replies - I come by after many moons have passed and read whatever remnants washed ashore some whiles ago and am delighted to find them! So your wish is making me happy, now, like a "slow release capsule" distills one's physical uneasinesses persistently over time. (I shall explain this medical background based allegory now. -)
Life did get better already! I changed jobs - Away from the unhealthily unpleasant place into hospital! Not as a patient, but in an internship, which I surprisingly do enjoy. All the while I am trying to put together a portfolio for an art college application, which occasionally drives me insane, but I suppose it's all fine. Somehow I guess (but I also desperately hope I will be allowed in) I will wind up in a good place.
Hi Sangis. This time my answer is really really late. I have be in hospital for almost four weeks. I have had a heart operation. I all went well, I am home now, very tired, wil be ok in about one month.
Good luck with your new job and also with your portfolio!
Oh, dear Edvard! While I am here for my bi-annual (exaggeration ... maybe) visit to dA, I find your message. How shocking! I assume you are fine by now, though. I'm glad it went well!
What did or didn't your heart feel like doing? I think mine is constantly hungry.
I do like the job. I still have it. (It is a sort of internship at a local gallery. In fact the only gallery my small town has!) And I am still in the process of battle to snatch a seat in one of two schools. (One being scenography at an art school in Hannover, which I really, really want; the other being something called "scenic arts" - which is related to culture studies, thus of more analytical nature - at the university of Hildesheim.)