heart and soul

today has been a good day. today has been a sad day, and a good day. i cried some, i had to. and through this, i breathed. and then i had a piece of sachertorte. in fact, i had two, and shared some with a close friend. now i know i will keep on breathing. but isn't it ironic: my studio is up to scratch, now i am not.



my OPEN HOUSE intended for next month will not happen. i can live with that. renovation sits patiently, awaiting my return. the planned art exhibition for spring time 2016 will happen. for that, i am returning to drawing houses. while traveling last summer i looked at many houses, and wondered. 
when drawing houses, i dig into a still place within me that will always bring me back to me, to what i want most, to what i need, to what i own. from that spot i feel i can offer anything. maybe my passion for particular farmers' builds, small animal shelters and allotment sheds will grow. i will let that happen.

my heart and soul have known the answers all along: descending the abyss and striking a match down there is scary yet paramount, and i'm gonna do that. i will bring a box of matches, i will explore and i will keep breathing. i am happy to return to my "home drawn" brick and mortar. and i wanted to share that bit of news, with you, my most kind reader. 

8 comments:

  1. TeraOctober 12, 2015 at 8:26 PM

    Maybe it's that time of year. Reverse spring. I have been experiencing similar feelings, ideas, situations. Even my three year old has had more falls and bruises from them lately. Trying to go with the flow

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  2. Ariane ReichardtOctober 12, 2015 at 10:50 PM

    I have to come back later, Dear. Sweet Nadeschda, I am with you (and, is it right? this street early in the morning... is it a (the) bridge over the railroad tracks in Geraardsbergen?
    Love xxx
    Ariane

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  3. anntonOctober 13, 2015 at 12:44 PM

    Oh dear, so much has happened since we've met. And then again not. Maybe not on the outside, maybe not artwise, but my heart has grown beyond. In directions I didn't expect. And now, like you, I have to think and learn. And even more, think new. Thios year is a year of roots, of growth and maybe in the end, of changes. I miss you!

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  4. Mlle ParadisOctober 13, 2015 at 5:01 PM

    oh dear! I hope it gets better soon. all your preparations (and pictures) look wonderful. xoxoxo

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  5. LeslieOctober 13, 2015 at 6:34 PM

    breathing, with you. shedding a tear (or two) myself. sending love.

    (how i do wish i could visit your art exhibition!)

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  6. pieterbieOctober 14, 2015 at 6:07 AM

    drawing houses. why not? I cannot draw, so I wouldn't know where to start.

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  7. likeschocolateOctober 14, 2015 at 11:44 PM

    So sorry you were sad! Funny how the house you drew has my sons name on it! I have found that while I am not always happy with what is before me in the long run everything happens for a reason and usually behind the clouds are better days ahead and usually better than I dreamed.

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  8. UnknownOctober 16, 2015 at 11:09 AM

    I love the house drawing and those little books on your desk are begging to be picked up.

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