I'm pairing photos with cut up text and my poetry (also enjoying my usual ginger ale), V is writing an essay on David Foster Wallace
It's not often that it's possible for me to work in a place other than my home studio. Glueing in coffee shops is pretty impractical, and my design work usually requires a huge stash of potential materials scattered around me. On the occasions when I have a idea that needs a lot of sketching, or I can grab with me a lot of old photos, or a book to be cut up, bar Vakiopaine is my number one place I like to go (this also happens to be the venue of my upcoming exhibition). In the afternoon it's quiet there (unless there's opera or some other really random music playing), and later, when I'm not there to work anymore, it's loud and cozy. The old and battered school room chairs are bound to ruin your tights, though.
Last night's realisation: it's time for me make (and you to buy?) loads of new origami star ornaments. This never feels like a chore, even though I sold way over 100 stars last year. Other things do feel a bit tedious as I'm also struggling with a new case of someone copying my work. I'm hoping this, too, will be quickly solved. As someone who finds nearly all communication quite taxing, this kind of hassle is the last thing I like having on my hands. It always ends up eating away at creative energy and taking apart half-formed ideas.