I have been home in Sweden for roughly 3 months and there is a growing restlessness festering in my fingertips. “I am not the same, having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.” – Mary Anne Radmacher
I suppose many travellers feel this way. Australia has been generous and kind to me, and left me with this energy and curiosity for the world. As tans fade and hair darkens, so did a part of that energy. Mundane tasks, corporate structure, and enclosed boxes aren’t fulfilling. I feel conflicted and envious of lives elsewhere and all the million lives I could be. Looking back a year, I’ve come so far and I have my experiences to thank for that. Painting stills me and becomes my adventure for a while. I have a lot of good things going and travels up ahead. May my entire life be a sum of travels and one big great adventure.
I’ve found myself inspired to illustrate in watercolor; this time florals. In light of some sun and festivities I had in mind some cards and gifts to those closest to me. Starting out small and perhaps expanding to a bigger board in the near future. I’ve been very focused on detailing my work but when I’m painting a voice in my head silences, my perfectionism vanishes, and I’m so happy with the results.
Hopefully my friends will be too.
I’ve been using Faber-Castell paints for all of my projects. The paints have great pigment quality and blend really well! I’m saving up for some new brushes too. Any recommendations?
Finally! Here is my GoPro film of backpacking in Australia. It took some time, and there’s a lot of places I regrettably didn’t film, but I’m really thankful to have memories like these! Watch kindly in HD for full OZ effect. If anyone wants to follow my full journey you can click on over here. Any questions about my trip? Ask away!
“Being tender and open is beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually shhh’ed. Too sensitive, too mushy, too wishy washy. Blah blah. Don’t let someone steal your tenderness. Don’t allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to be truly affected by things.” -Zooey Deschanel.
This is a very personal post and a fundamental understatement of the century. I’m sensitive and I’m unashamed of that. I recognise it now as a gift, a strength and a power. To process something deeply and intuitively make an understanding of the world has always been advantageous benefits. To be sensitive is something scientifically geared through evolution to select for it, not against it, which is seen in all species from fruit flies to primates. Behind every leader, we stand. In front of every humane act, we stand.
Being sensitive does not reflect only women and reflection itself does not always mean ‘slow decision makers’ ’emotionally incompetent’. In fact, through experiences we make better judgements, process faster, and have increasing memory due to emotional attachments. We are critical thinkers without having a critical heart. Losing faith in humanity, they say. In my opinion, that is to ‘shhh’ and oppress the sensitive ones.
I preach and live for warmth and it’s temporarily unavailable in my town. The sun is there..but he’s a bit shy. For now wool socks and mittens are a good idea. Spring is time of new endeavours and I’m presented with a few choices & desires, one of which is an acceptance to a program I’m excited to begin in April! I’m also mentally preparing to take on a proper canvas and expand my art this spring. What are your plans?
Finally grounded, unwinded, and home. Australia is modestly the greatest adventure I’ve ever known. I’ve met heaps of beautiful influential people and grown wiser and more ambitious. I’m looking at all my new things I’ve carried home with me and feel so unfailingly lucky at how grand my adventure turned out to be. You can see it all from the beginning here. No worries though, I’ll already be planning my next adventure..
“I am not the same, having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.” – Mary Anne Radmacher
Yesterday, we voyaged out to Katoomba where the stunning Blue Mountains rested. They lay in a mist of blue Eucalyptus, which by the Aboriginals were considered blessed and naturally, beautiful. We hiked all through the mountains, the Leura Cascades, and swam in lushes waterfalls. The day was absolutely perfect.
The wildlife and tempered spring-water forest felt as though walking through Avatar. Every corner led to a majestic sight. Pools of red clay formed in the underbelly of the mountains and extravagant birds roamed peacefully in the bush.
We wanted to end our hike with the majestic “Three Sisters” and at this point it had started to rain. Yet with our unfailing luck, it only lasted a couple of minutes and mother nature did us good with a grand finale of a rainbow soaring just above them!