I realise I haven’t written anything here lately. My notebook is full of daily notes though. Over time my relationship to this space has changed. But some things I want to re-start again. Just like writing, freely.
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I remember I used to draw a lot. It didn’t matter where I was standing, if it was raining or if it was freezing, most importantly, what mattered to me was that I drew my best.
Two years ago, I spent my birthday on the other side of the world. Bogota was the farthest city in the world for me. It took a 35 hour journey for me to get there. That day, we walked in a garden and looked at flowers. When I was 12, I thought that when youContinue reading “M”
Mga Kaibigan (Friends)
I take a lot of photographs but it often takes me months before I see them again after the moment of taking. I mostly photograph people around me. I used to think that I would have a life as a photographer but right now, that’s not the life I have. Today I found these photographsContinue reading “Mga Kaibigan (Friends)”
A Tiny Box
In March 2017, Marta, a former teacher of mine arrived in Lisbon. She had been to Colombia and told me that my friend Anna sent a package for me. When I had met Marta, she handed me a tiny woven box, that fit in my palm. In it was a note and a pair ofContinue reading “A Tiny Box”
“For the tender flower — I think of you. So far away. Where ever you are.” Many months ago, the biggest fear I had, were no match for the realities of today. These days, in the time of difficulty, in the face of a New Corona Virus, taking away those we love, and puttingContinue reading “About today”
Sometimes, I catch myself wondering how I got here. So many plans I had made, that lead me somewhere else. It’s as if I built my plans as destinations when they were really steps toward where I was supposed to end up.
I arrived in Taipei in the night.
Swimming in the Sea
When she was pregnant with my sister, she travelled on a boat with our father to go to an island a couple of hours away.
On the Road
On the road. I don’t remember to where.
A Curve in the Sky
I left Lisbon almost suddenly. My lease was up in a week, and my internship at Terratreme had just finished. Winter was leaving. I knew it because I began to sweat profusely during my bike rides to work – that never happens in the winter. In winter, I’d bike in the biting cold morning. EventuallyContinue reading “A Curve in the Sky”
This time a year ago, we graduated from our masters. It was a very swift two weeks moving from a DocNomad, to just Nomad. In the last week of our course, we all flew to Brussels for our graduation. I remember that week in Brussels so well, so much that I feel like not muchContinue reading “From Home”
The Last Years
If I never again encounter a period of life such as this one,
The Start of Lines
The beginnings of drawings
A Portrait of Anna
A series of portraits that I’ve taken over the years, of the people who are part of me.