In Belgium, life had mostly been about appointments, paperwork, and everything that needed to get done. Now we're back in Lisbon, and somehow my mind always feels a little lighter here.
My way or the highway? Does a studio really have to be chaotic in order to be creative? Do you have to suffer to create something meaningful? Do I have to prove myself to others in order to be allowed to call myself an artist?
Sometimes I wonder: why do I actually choose certain sources of inspiration? Or better yet: do I even choose them, or do they choose me?
I often get asked the same question by people curious about a custom-made piece:
About recognition and simply being yourself.
The gallery is open Thursday to Saturday from 10 AM to 6 PM, and on the 1st and 3rd Sunday of each month from 2 PM to 5 PM.
I don't have to do anything!
In July, because of all kinds of circumstances, my head was too crowded and my energy was low. My body and mind signaled that it would be better to just go with the flow of the moment. As much as I wanted to move forward and had plans that "needed" to be carried out… it was exactly that feeling of '...
