to slowly start finding my feet in. Pinching myself as the train was homeward-bound and ploughing through faded fields, for getting to throw myself into what I love and having a whole bunch of new people to have fun with and learn from at the same time. A sense of direction and support that's so uplifting.
But today it's a slow, drizzly Sunday and I've got myself into a state of mesmerisation over Bruno Aveillan's photography.
For the past week it's felt as if the days were running through my fingers, fleeting moments without much focus or clarity. But an underlying tenderness and lightness I guess behind all the fragmented threads of thought. Tying up projects, getting ready for those to come, and jumping on that train again at the end of the week. Wishing you plenty of starlight and softness in the middle of everyday life as you know it. x
Image on pages of the book is Maya
by Carl Bengtsson, in his publication Portraits.
Chair image: exhibition poster Sign of Entrance
for Saara Ekström's past exhibition Limbus at Kiasma art museum.