Somehow I cannot draw (or take photos) straight. I am completely sure this has something to do with my general lack of balance in my physical being, the asymmetry of my body (for instance my left foot is more than 1 cm longer than my right one) and my general unbalanced personality.
While this lack of balance used to annoy me limitless and made me think as incomplete, badly made, this stopped the day I started to draw more seriously. The unevenness of my world made completely sense in the drawing realm. Self acceptance through drawing seems to me like a great way to start loving yourself more.
I will give you a pencil if you don’t have one. Just start drawing.
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Birthday walk home