27/04/2026
Sharing an insight here while being in a vulnerable space.
I thought always I am quite open with sharing, but these days I observe myself hesitating sometimes. As my heart is still open and my hands still shaking.
What difference makes a name. What shapes an identity. Who am I when I colour my arm, or I start to wear pink hats? With long hair or short. Dress myself in colours I usually don’t choose.
While getting old I observe myself also getting more rigid. Slowly moving. Slowly changing. Blue as my favourite colour. Ocean driven. Wood enthusiast. Minimalistic.
So now I am here facing a part of my business. Part of my identity. And it is quite a step for myself.
What all this words are for… there will be a small change for you, and a big for me ;)
In the next weeks and months
I am working on a cleaner presentation of my work. A small shift for you. A big for me.
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And even if this doesn’t make any difference for you. I feel a loss with it. A small itching in my heart and a bit of sadness. If I would loose something relevance and that makes me think what importance, what weight we give to things, to names, to shapes, to surroundings, to people, to feelings. And how hard it is to let go the well known. Even if it looks small.
thanks here, to for capturing me with this most impressive being.