Exactly two years ago today I took a train to Paris and flew to Madagascar to spend two months in a remote village and embark on a new journey. The time I spent as a volunteer in Andavadoaka was absolutely fantastic (read about it in more detail here) and as we were saying goodbye to the local staff I promised to myself that I would be back one day.
Although I ended my latest blogpost with the promise to write nasty stuff about uncool clients, the turn of events continues in a way that I’m obliged to keep writing with a positive tone. (But no worries, sooner or later, I WILL write about the dark side.) For now, I wanted to share the article that was published about me earlier this week.
I was miserable last week in a way I haven’t experienced in years. I had the flu and it took all my energy and motivation away. All I was capable of was being in bed, sleeping or staring at brain-damaging videos online. I couldn’t breath properly, I had no appetite and my other half was on the wrong side of the Atlantic… =( Luckily, after 6 days of vegetating like that I somehow came back to life. Continue reading
If you have seen my architectural drawings, you know that I am inspired by Brussels. This continues to be the case, although it is not always the beauty of early 20th century buildings that gives me an urge to create…
I live in a residential neighbourhood and until recently I used to cycle whenever I wanted to get somewhere. Lately, I’ve been walking and confronted to something incredible!
I decided to put my contemplation about the potential project aside and instead talk a bit about Christmas presents. My family members are really creative and we’ve seen some really awesome, home-made gifts over the years. One of my personal favourites was a big ceramic plate I received for my 25th birthday. It was decorated by my grandmother, my two brothers, my father, his wife and her daughter.
A few weeks ago, I had a brilliant idea. Okay, maybe it wasn’t brilliant, but I liked it a lot, and when I shared it with my other half he sounded enthusiastic as well. It was about an art project I could enroll in, that would be creative, provide me with a framework for a long time, increase my visibility on Facebook and hence (hopefully) bring me some paying clients.
I loved drawing when I was a young child and this hobby remained with me until the end of high school. I would spend my freetime sketching, painting, drawing on paper, canvas, T-shirts etc. (These are also my most vivid memories of the pre-computer era.) Then, as I slowly became a “grown-up”, I drew less and less. =(
I used to dye clothes when I was a teenager. Then my parents got me some textile paint and I started experimenting with that (its really fun, you should definitely try!). Soon after I had the chance to design the official T-shirt for the annual girl football tournament in my school. This was the first time one of my drawings was printed on fabric. There were about 10 participating schools in total and the T-shirts were up for sale. I was overexcited to see people buying them and hearing positive feedback.
It took me a long time, but I finally finished the outline of my two page comic strip. It was a personal topic “describing” some of the things that happened to me earlier this year and processing the different experiences took time. I couldn’t rush that process and I allowed myself to take forever on this drawing as well.
As I slowly make my way back to normal life (after two months in Madagascar), I actively restart drawing and have an exciting assignment for my comic strip class. I have to create a double page, with a “time-lapse” in between, that is not explicitly explained.