drawing | no limits

i have a box filled with clear stamps, most of which haven't been used. up to today!

yeah, i set myself no limits and went overboard. guess what? it was {welcome} fun.

a mighty change from the last few days' work out. slowly, madly, deeply, a shower cell is being built. from scratch. why did i ever? i am convinced, though, patience will bloom. so will labour. also, here's river's this week update. you could say my days have been filled. 

zap that week, it's the weekend! you'll find a myriad of unlimited behaviour chez roberto. 

corner view ≈ pretty eyesore

i got her for 50 ct on a morning ariane, bee and i roamed the streets of brussels. all i wanted was her head, but her body came attached. she ended up spending an afternoon inside my zipper bag. 

after careful butchery, i was left with half clad limbs, her favoured coiffe and ... 

... an {un}pretty nose sore. i wonder where next she'll end up. jane's corner view, francesca's hosting. 

look who stopped by to say hi

corner view ≈ what makes me happy

in the morning doubting i'll ever make it. going through the motions. hasting to catch the early train. changing trains three times. three times, dear reader, to cover just eighty four kilometers of belgian soil. bright sun. we love! if temps don't reach above 24°C, we're cool. 

gazing up from my train window, at moderate skyscraping builds in brussels luxembourg and schuman quarters, i sense a sore neck. that's a bit of an ordeal. better stick to my drawing. as the train rocks, it is a relief i'm not one for straight lines. 

arriving at louvain-la-neuve, university city across the language border, a beautiful wide open sight at the edge of town fills in my crave for today. i'm getting it, every inch of it. however. 

here on a different mission. having come to hergé's museum in wallony for the day. following a francophone guide, i learn the world renowned hergé, cartoon dad to tintin, was yet another man i'd have loved meeting. 

after architectural space, nostalgia and lunch, i travel back home. i have a few more pics of the day here. 

four trains, only one of 'em canceled. there's a saying here in belgium : catching a train, you're sure to ride for your money's worth. ☻

now there's what can make me happy: chronology and going full circles. jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, kristin's theme. 

drawing | memory {the motherhouse}

the memory isn't mine. it was told to me by mother. time and again she recalled how dad ran after her over the hospital steps, in his haste paying no attention to the compact suitcase he was grasping; subsequently losing its contents on the marble staircase. 
while she was in labour, mother squealed and pressed the nurse's palm; would her husband be okay, gathering all of her belongings, flying up in the air, as he took a plunge, over those pale, abrasive steps. 

i know this only from hearsay. i was busy being born. the building above is our local library, and happens also to be the exact building i was born in; in what room, hall or ward i have never come to apprehend. i do feel curiously at home in our library though.
kristen's theme of memory this weekend. ♥ you guess it right : update!