A Stopping Poem

Sitting, shaking, not leaving.
Decluttering, resting, stopping, letting go.
Sitting, resting, decluttering some more.
I (a)rise by doing nothing.
That is how my world changes.

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About the studio

One day, I realized I couldn’t keep doing what I was doing anymore. I needed to know myself better inside and out, to connect up. Something ended, something faced & felt, and something grew. I have been lucky enough to make this studio, and I am working on getting to know my life and myself from here. For me, this means creating more space for nuanced living, which is: attention, fascination & joy of the mundane. Its about the subtlety of what speaks to you / from you. I'm exploring this in my little yellow studio. Let's see what comes!