If you’ve known me a bit longer, then you’ll know that I occasionally draw and paint. It’s something that comes and goes, but it always comes back again. I’ll spend a few weeks immersing myself in watercoloring or portrait drawing, and then it goes on the backburner for a while. Despite it not being a part of my daily life – for many artists, it’s second nature – I do feel that it’s a part of who I am. My preferred methods have always been traditional. I started with pencil drawings, moved on to acryllic paint in my teens / early twenties, went back to pencil drawings and then finally found a love for ink, watercolor and gouache. But I live and work very digitally as well, as a photographer. And a lot of what I wanted to achieve, didn’t quite fit with the supplies and tools I had at…

I’m not an impulse buyer, especially not when it comes to expensive items such as equipment. I actually feel anxious about a big purchase. I’ll decide to order something, right? And then at the last minute I’ll cancel the order procedure, because I need to think about it just a little while longer. Or maybe read some more reviews, just in case. And the next day, this cycle will repeat itself until finally at some point – yes, I will buy what I want. I don’t know what it is. I’m not particularly frugal. You should see me when I buy clothes for my kids. I’ll go nuts. What even is a budget? But with bigger purchases, perhaps there’s a bigger risk of it being a bad purchase. And it feels like more of an indulgence to spend hundreds of euros on something for myself. Now – as a mom…

What day is it? What week is it? Is it April 29- No, it’s May already. I’m in my 8th? 9th? week of isolation and social distancing. I’m doing OK, so are the kids. I’ve taken up baking the past few weeks. I mean, I used to bake muffins and cookies all the time, but now I actually really find it very therapeutic. I’m trying to enthuse my daughter into helping me. Seems to be working, although she’s learning from her dad that his version of “helping” is licking out the bowl. But I digress. I’m just glad it’s something we can do together during what-used-to-be-her-nap-time. As soon as I’m able to work out how, I’ll try and snap some decent photos of what we’re doing together there. My little covert Disney Princess has been posing for some photos for me last week, and she’s LOVING it. I’ll be sharing…

Every morning I wake up with the sun lighting up the bedroom. Earlier every morning until we set the clock forward again at end of the month. Spring is around the corner, finally, after a winter that was so rainy, our grass patch in the garden is a moss patch now. And every morning I feel momentarily blissful and excited about what the day could bring. And then I remember. Oh. Right. Corona. The day will bring continued climbing numbers and more people to mourn. 24hr news cycles, speeches from world leaders. Staying the FUCK home and being glad I know HOW to work from home with kids. Worrying about loved ones that can’t stay home and feeling overall very humbled. Batch cooking and doing inventory like a fucking restaurant. And putting up a brave face for two tiny but secretly highly intuitive little children. I am scared. I’m not…