Me & My Art

I wish people stopped comparing artworks. Art is not, in any way, made to be compared. There is no competition, there is no good or bad (to some extent of course). But comparing art would be like comparing feelings. ‘Oh, I feel sadder than you’ or ‘I bet you can’t carry more guilt than I … Continue reading Me & My Art

Sentimental Sunday

This was not a good idea. Singing, writing, recording and listening back to some old songs. Too much feelings, too much emotions caught in fragile melodies and honest words. Some songs were buried, among with their memories of people, used to be’s and old feelings. Listening back takes me back, to that exact time and … Continue reading Sentimental Sunday

16.10.2018

It’s funny how my body can’t distinguish anxiety from excitement. There’s only a fine line between the two, at least according to my body. In both cases I get really nervous, for no particular reason – at least, most of the time there is none – and I feel restless as hell. My hands and … Continue reading 16.10.2018