summer

Every morning 

I put sun cream on and fill the bottles with water. 

I walk stones grunching under my sandals. 

I remember endless summers in the past. 

I smell the asphalt. 

I have too many dresses to choose from. 

Summer makes me restless.

Light makes me feel that I can go on

without rest, without sleep.

All that expectation of lazy nothing builds inside of me.

tea with kids

Our friends from Finland came over.

They wanted to do Afternoon Tea with Kids.

 We arrived to St. Ermin´s Hotel.

I got scared how it would go.

 It went great. 

Key to succes was 

giving kids the camera to recort the event.

 St. Ermin´s had a beehive at their rooftop.

Art in Walthamstow

 I went to see the exhibitions at the Vestry House

 for the annual Art Trail of Walthamstow.

 

 Simply beautiful was  Della Reeses True Colour.

Sign for 

Matt Taylors See what you missed exhibitions Out of Stock.

 

Mark Burtons photograps from Poland to Waltham Forrest 

 were speaking to me as a newcomer to Walthamstow and to England.

Beautiful stranger Helsinki

We were a week in Helsinki. 

I felt like a tourist with little to connect me to this city.

 I got nostalgic about people in their shell suits and E Grön singing.

Highlight of my trip was talking art  

and working on our art project with a good friend.

Beautiful stranger, Helsinki, 

left me with a Lost in Translation feeling of disconnection.

homey

I have been two weeks now at home. There were things I needed to do, like the garden, 

but also I did not want to go anywhere.

I got flowers from our garden for Mother´s Day.

Our postcard art exhibition is standing on the mantelpiece,
St Michaels Church and Richard Diebenkorns Seawall 1957.

My flowers are growing on the windowsill.

Paris of my youth

Me and my son were on a weekend trip to Paris.

Paris was wide, rainy and romantic.

 My husband was working in Paris for four weeks.

We stayed in university accomodations.

 Since it rained we ended up at Centre Pompidou.

 

My son added his piece to Jean-Luc Vilmouths Cafe Little Boy 2002.

Paris got me nostalgic,

 to the last time when I was there as a teenager.

 Jardin Anne-Frank was hidden just next to Centre Pompidou.

 

I had an afternoon rest with cheese and tea at our room.

 Luxembourg park was just next to our house.

Last evening the sun emerged

and we watched it go down from Panthéon.

book to open

I had looked at the title Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? by Jeanette Winterson many times at the bookshop. It spoke to me, because I am always struggling in my mind about fitting in. I am very good at faking being by the norm, but never quit have it in me to really be normal. Jeanette Winterson suggested that maybe being happy is more important than being normal. What an idea!