A lot of things happened since the last post.
Trying to catch up is going to be a lost game right at the start, so I won't even try.
Instead there's just going to be some random emptying of my head.
It had gathered so much garbage over the years, it can't contain it any more.
So it keeps spilling shit all over the place.
It mostly comes out through my mouth in a form of negative, sarcastic comments 
that are hurtful to the people I love the most.
My teenage boys are firmly holding a mirror to my frustrations which then bounce 
right back at me.
Making art helps, but when you do it so inconsistently, frustration quadruples.
 
Life always have something else in store for you other than what you have planned.
So my attempt to pull away from the industry that was draining my life was trashed when pandemic hit. Instead I was in front of the screen most of the week for over a year.
I imagine some people mind it more than others. Luckily the project was dear to my heart, 
with quite a lovely bunch of people (most of them).

 
During this time, in 2020, I discovered that I am an introvert, 
most likely on a spectrum and struggling with ADHD (duh).
Thank god we live in a place where wildlife is so close. Otherwise, I probably would have gone
totally nuts trying to deal with all these realizations at once. 
Maybe this was obvious to people around me, but as it turns out, I was totally clueless most of my life. 
 
 
Birds and especially ducks brought my daily dose of optimism.
On my worst day, I saw a mama hummingbird in a nest and I knew that there is hope.
I can definitely understand Nikola Tesla's friendship with pigeons now.
When you are so far away from the place you were born, 
you know you will never go back there,
and you feel so lonely and misunderstood all the time, birds seem like your best allies.   

After my project ended, I felt rich and useless all at the same time.
And so the idea was that I start teaching while making art. 
Fast forward to 2022, money has run out, just depression and art are still here.
Teaching apparently does not pay the bills.  
So, on that note here is a print I did in 2021.
 

 Ok, here's hope that my next post will be in less than 2 years. Wouldn't that be something?