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Back to life, back to reality... Still the same, but new, reborn. Out of the ashes I rise, bringing with me the magic of the volcano as a gift to myself. Remembering my core of love and creation. Integrating that there really are dreams that turn out to be even better when they finally do become true, even after 14 freaking years of waiting. Thank you, La Gomera and all the wonderful people I encountered, for melting my freeze and helping me doing what I love most: Being myself, happily painting away time and space.

Finally, after a conceived eternity trapped in a dull sphere of waiting and wanting, I am excited for this glimmer of movement, this hope of light, this shiver of a dance starting to vibrate within and therefore reverberating all around me.
Spring, I am ready when you are.
Life, I am so exhillarated to drown in all of your colors.
Love, I almost forgot you are the answer to everything - until I found you again at the bottom of who I am.
Thank you for all the lows - now bring on the highs and all the in betweens and let's boogie!

There is an indigestibly short period of time between the highs and the lows currently, like going on a wicked rollercoaster ride - have you noticed it, too? Or is it just me experiencing life on the fast lane, embracing the challenges and throwing myself right into the midst of the strongest current so I presumably, possibly get there as quickly as I can. What for, though, and why - when everything takes it's time, naturally - and how can it be that I still haven't accumulated an ounce of patience in almost half a century of existence? 😅😬🤷

And then, in between things, I still manage to create. Well, I guess, I can't help it, it's my default setting as a . Taking two days of to dive deep with and , inside the holy space of a tipi, using , , , , and and completely immerse myself in the process. Finding my center again with my hands, my heart and my soul. Remembering my why and ever experiencing a new how...thank you, life and everything and everybody in it.

Finished these a while ago with my final firing at my and gave them away as a gift - thank you for taking a photo for me! I truly miss my and every time I enter my closed workshop and see all those boxes with my stuff stored away I fall into an existential crises. It feels like that vital part of me is hibernating at the moment. Maybe these mugs with their imprinted in black and white can serve as a reminder that things take time and everything happens at the right time, always. Even when the are falling, the tree still remains a tree. And even though are so fragile, they endure and survive as long as they aren't exposed to too much pressure...

Surrender. Extend boundaries. Learn to fly on brocken glass. All of that and more is what I am experiencing at the moment at an ever accelerating speed. At least this is how I perceive this journey. Grateful for the wonderful people to share my path with, the community, the family we have created. Tremendous joy and excruciating pain being just two necessary aspects of the same thing, two poles of the pendulum with a moment of peace and nothingness, stillness in between, when all the exhaling is done and a new circle begins...

Even though I desperately miss my workshop and making art, plus life throws some pretty big learning opportunities right at me at the moment, there is always something to be grateful for. Focussing on the positive is an active daily practice that leads you to fulfillment and happiness. Meanwhile I pretend I am flying, almost as good as the real thing - and safer.

It was quiet here in the last months, at least on social media. In fact, it was more than busy irl, though. New ideas, new challenges, new adventures I sometimes feel I can hardly keep up with. Life is constantly flowing, changing, evolving and transforming and I try my best to ride the wave, keep my head and my heart afloat and forget my ancient fear of drowning. Smiling and laughing it off always helps to put things in perspective - we live, we learn.

Had to share this with you, since this feels so incredibly awesome. At the Easter market I've met somebody who dyes handspun wool with natural colors derived from plants. I instantly fell in love, head over heels. Then I ordered a handmade knitted top from her in all my favorite colors. Turns out all of them are a mix of indigo pure or mixed with onion skin. Fotos cannot do the beauty of this justice. Never before have I had such a perfect, one of a kind garment that was made especially for me. It feels so different to wear something that's been made with love for a specific person. And the sweetest part of this story: It was gifted to me by somebody even more special...
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I tend to work in waves and more or less irregular rhythms defined by seasons, personal habits, naturally more indoorsy times. I have learned the hard way that inspiration comes with consistency and I have forced myself to get stuff done every single day for years, I have come to a point where I ride the waves life throws at me. Right now you can find me outside - socializing, mingling, networking, talking, walking, dancing, playing, laughing. And that's okay. The tide will change again and sweep me back in front of the wheel before I know it. And even though this isn't the time of year for , they came out of the kiln and I go with the flow. Which one's your favorite?