visual diary

Sometimes, I re-read books and they don't have the same impact as before. Sometimes, I re-read them and they hit me harder. Roadside picnic by Brothers Strugatsky made me cry. This is my favorite book by them, although I do so love Monday starts on Saturday. But this book! I wish more people would read it.

Drawing with my non-Dominant hand. Cormorant sunning. The sight of these birds, regal and ridiculous at the same time , always lifts my spirit. https://www.instagram.com/p/CRmaOeAD0u_/?utm_medium=copy_link

Brambles are lovely to sit in amongst the bees. And also they make a good shelter from the rain. https://www.instagram.com/p/CSpMKfXr00y/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

I always start packing by packing my books. For larger ones I love using twine. Moving soon. So tiring! https://www.instagram.com/p/Cvpt_F0udl8/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

This artwork is part of my ongoing visual diary of factory life—small, overlooked corners turned into honest moments. “Trash Talk” sits right between humor and grit… a reminder that even the most mundane places have something to say.

hi hello this was my outfit on the date written

two conflicting self portraits of the same person (me) substance is tricky

it is me, dressed for the summer breezes

Molly Nilsson concert in Elsewhere. She is so great!

Now that I started to draw my photos, I noticed that I started taking different pictures. I am taking fewer "good" pictures - composition, color all went out the window. Instead, I am taking pictures of things that made me happy or just tickled my fancy. A stack of blinis, made from my great-aunt's recipe. A book that I accidentally discovered that is so weird and funny. A secret compartment in the wall in a supermarket.