Quai Branly // NYE

The last day of last year I spent in Paris. Leaving with a bus in the middle of the night, around 9am the grey suburbs of the city loomed. The sun was shining when we stepped on parisian ground, on the banks of the Seine, a little later. It felt good that the first thing we had to do was looking for a place to have breakfast, having just arrived. Eventually we only had a cup of coffee, in a too expensive cafe in the gardens of Musée du Quai Branly, whose building has green plants growing against its walls. The museum calls itself a meeting ground for cultures of the world. Perfect place for me, wasn’t it? Very inspirational place indeed. So I’d still like to share some art pictures.

Oceania/Aboriginal

Asia

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Africa

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Tattoo Exhibition

Americas

A while before midnight we took off from the restaurant in Montmartre and with many, many other people we got (/tried to get) on a metro, which were free these last hours of the year, on our way to the Champs-Élysées. Apparently the French don’t really do fireworks with New Year’s Eve, so the new year does not start as spectacular as expected in Paris. But thousands of people gathered on the whole Champs-Élysées avenue gives you a pretty festive feeling anyway, especially when they all start moving after midnight. Walking around Paris in the middle of the night with a dear friend, a bottle of champagne in our hands, so many elated people around – the beginning of 2015 is something I will not forget.

Life

It’s easy to lose yourself – in your own world, in the hectic world around you, in the past, in thoughts. “Remember to write,” I told in a note to myself a few days ago, “Write, draw, paint.” “Listen to music,” I would like to add now, and “hear the silence”, as well. I always have short periods of creativeness followed by a sort of nothingness, but now I’m succeeding in this pretty well and to my delight for a few days already. As a result thoughts, ideas and creativeness start flowing. I know I lose myself when I don’t do these things.

So this is what my days are looking like in pictures:

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I painted the bird a few days ago, after one I saw in Kenya. The cosmic painting is a fast one from last night: “Still believe in magic? Yes, I do. Of course, I do.” (Coldplay) The photo on the left reminds me of that magic. Enoch and Joseph are the wonderful boys on the picture on the right.

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Four days ago I started reading “Eat, pray, love” by Elizabeth Gilbert, and I feel like I’m in Italy since. Together with the beautiful sunny and warm weather it makes that I feel passionate again, not in the last place about searching for new recipes and making delicious, healthy summer food.

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Try to inspire yourselves!

xx

 

Time In Between

P1080097My Kenya volunteer adventure is approaching, and I’m filling the one and a half week that was left after I stopped working with preparing, painting, drawing, writing, music and staring. I feel I should be doing the first mentioned – preparing – more than I do now, but however much I’m looking forward to this upcoming journey (that has actually already started, in a way), it does makes me tensed and I have to release that tension.

For the ones that don’t know, I’m going to volunteer at a Kenyan orphanage for 6 weeks, with Volunteer HQ. I’m leaving February 13th, arriving the 14th and starting with orientation the 15th, though that is about all I know for now. I could tell you lots more about it, however, and I’m sure I will do that later!

Oh, the world map cake above was made by a friend, for my birthday. Such a sweetheart! (And… it was PINK inside) (oh, well, why not show a picture of that, too)

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Below, some images of the last few days.

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In My Happy Place // Sketching

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janna 009My room definitely is my sacred space. I always sigh a breath of relief when I enter it, no matter what I did or where I was before. It’s the place where I can totally be myself and where I feel embraced the most. In my room I have surrounded myself with inspirational illustrations, my own paintings and drawings, books, small things I collected in the course of time, lovely clothes and other fabrics, a little blackboard for quotes to remember, but most of all the colors that I love the most. I feel loved and thankful when I’m in my room, and I think it is very important to have a space like that!

A Sprinkle of Dream Powder

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Only this year I discovered how amazing pastels are. I found myself wanting to work with them a lot lately. It’s not just the result, your fingers turn into delicate artwork as well. I’m in love! It was on my bucketlist before, but now I’m sure I want to experience Holi at least once in my life…

In the last picture you can see the work of Yellena James. I came across this artist in a magazine last week. Her paintings are happy, yet subtile, and the colors she uses are beautiful. She says: “My latest works further explore the intricate and delicate forms of an imaginary ecosystem, twisting and floating together in an alluring environment. I attempt to create an ethereal place which is hypnotically familiar and yet hauntingly exotic, adding tiny little details in a sort of compulsive meditation, until a perfect balance is created. The intricacy and high detail, along with hints of existing organic shapes lend to the intimacy and believability of each new world.”