I come back to this space again, after a very long time. In the global dystopian atmosphere of this last year, seems strange to me to post here about happy and serene things. But anyway, here we go, these are the drawings I did in 2019 to document the streets of my city, the places I walk by everyday. These drawings are a diary, a compulsion, a daily habit, a way to alleviate anxiety and to keep my hands busy, a place to hide in, a safe space.
There are two purposes to this post. I wanted to document a shirt I sew a couple of months ago already, but mainly I wanted to present our cat Hibou. She is with us since November, a stray kitten my friend Rodica found on the street freezing and being sick and hungry. We wanted to get her well and find her a home, but in the end, she is staying with us. She gets along ok with the dogs and she is quite independent and easy going.
About the shirt, I had a see-trough fabric with cats since a long time now and never knew what to do with it. I remembered I had this second hand store bought fabric with polka dots that I got for a quilt but never used it. I am quite happy with how the two fabrics layered, the prints on them complement each other nicely and the texture of the layered fabric is just perfect.
Hibou was really helpful while I sew my shirt (she was significantly smaller in these first photos).
This peaceful saturday afternoon, my friend planted in our urban garden the spring flowers that kids in school gifted us for 8th of March. We are three teachers in the house, so there were lots of flowers :).
…but turned out ok. At least the color is really fun. I used what I had in the fridge and cupboards, not too much stuff, but I was too lazy to go shop for groceries. So, this is rice cooked with soy sauce, onions, celery, red cabbage, canned jackfruit and some walnuts that were previously boiled. It’s filling, kind of healthy and my favorite color :).
I didn’t use this space for such a long time, but in empty days like today it feels good to speak into the void of the internet.
2018 was a very mixed year for me, with an important professional achievement, with new and deepened friendships, but also, on a different level, with new nuances of worry and self-doubt.
But anyway, drawing almost every day in 2018, even if only a few lines, was one of the best things I have done for myself. Drawing without any plan, without any purpose, just putting onto page the images of the streets I walk by. I’ll definitely continue this in 2019.
After a very busy, stressful and complicated summer (but a summer that turned out to be an important one, with a very good outcome), I plan to really enjoy this autumn. It’s my favorite season, when everything seems to start anew.
So, in order to get back to writing in this space that I neglected for so long, I thought to make a list of my plans for this fall.
-I started practicing calligraphy this summer. I’m not at all good at it, but I enjoy it a lot. It’s so interesting to observ what a different quality time has when you slow down motions that usually are fast and routine. It’s so meditative and calming to watch how your hand draws very slowly every letter.
-I plan on making a junk journal and also print out some everyday photos from my phone to put in it. I’m still collecting different papers for it.
-I want to take more walks in my neighborhood and in the city this fall and finish at least one roll of film, and also take some instax photos, too.
-I also want to practise sewing some more (maybe make a shirt or a dress).
-And, I also plan to post here again more regularly and to record snippets of my days and things I make.
…in our urban garden.
I was soooo busy these last months and I will still be, but this long weekend is all about resting and relaxing. 
These are some of the drawings I did these days. I managed to doodle something almost daily this year so far, and I hope to keep this habbit for a long time.
It’s 8th of March today!
Some mornings, on my way to school, the sky is full of crows. The forest is nearby. I love this view, it’s one of my favorite things.
These days are strange to me, with so much hope and so much doubt in them. Also with a strange connection to my nineteeen year old self, realising that some long forgotten aspects of my psychology stayed the same. I have been before in a similar situation, facing an important exam in which many things are up to me and in many aspects I just need to hope for the best. The outcome was good last time.
Meanwhile, I try not to get overwhelmed, rest and relax and prepare myself to think that my life is good and safe and full of love, no matter what.
…In different notebooks. 
stories of objects 