Always back to flowers.
Looking so fragile and yet resilient.
Such a unwithering force in bloom.
I believe that is what draws me to them so often.
A reminder for the potential of balance.
The previous week, my concerns were not only tied to flying alone – travelling alone, to be more exact – for the first time (in my 28 years of existence) but how I would adapt to the weather conditions over there: snow-capped mountains are not exactly the epitome of warmth. But warm it was – thanks to heated rooms and a really handy mountain jacket I had brought upon departure, but also to the cozy environment that ends up emerging in these EYN events.
It was a lot to take in, many first times in several different ways but I still managed to use one of the lunch breaks to wander about the surroundings. Sadly, the rain soon came and I had to cut my solo walk short but it was enough. It was quite enough.
Looking back, the stress and anxiety which overflowed my days prior to the opening don’t feel as real. They seem a rather necessary aspect of the planning, envisioning, acting upon what there is to be done. But a new experience brings along a different layer of those expectations, what to expect and what is expected of me. To think of my pictures as a body of work, almost a physical entity that others may appreciate (or not), talk about and, eventually, buy. Strange strange strange. Still.
Every phase of this exhibition brought to light different variations of self-doubt but, in the end, also helped to get a better sense of what I want to do from this point on, and which path(s) to undertake. Seeing your own photographs displayed along a wall, carefully thought of and placed, admiring the whole Picture – using this metaphor as literally as possible – is a peculiar feeling to describe: as if a warming light, with no focal point to get at, begins to fill you from the inside and out, and you can’t help but stand there, in that very moment, surrounded by your own potential and smile – an endless, larger than life, from-head-to-toe grin.
Till this day – and I’m hoping not to lose it for quite some time – I am grateful for all the support along the way, those who listened to my anguishes and doubts, who believed in going forward, who reminded me every single day of the blessing that is being able to do what you adore, who were there in the night before The Big Day, cutting tape and setting every image to its right place.
Also would like to thank each and every person who showed up on that day, and those who have payed a visit the following weeks, writing words of appreciation in the YINJOY guestbook. And to Wonderfeel, for trusting my work and allowing me to showcase it along their walls. It’s an incredible support system I have, no doubts about that.
2) Then the monthlies came for the party, too. That was not fun but, hey, what’s a girl to do?
3) Rain stepped in the next day. There’s no party like a soakin’ party, amiraite? No? Damn…
4) Train to Lisbon. Staying at M’s place. Meeting new people. Watching them go for some after-dinner handstanding. There also might have been some kind of competition to see who had the best worst national singers? Portugal won, by the way. Marco Paulo was named King.
5) Enough of goofing around as Friday marked the first practice sessions of the European Yogi Nomads, whose latest edition took place in Lisbon. I took turns as participant and photographer. My goal for the next time is to handle both functions at. the same. freaking. time. Not going to happen but would be hilarious!
6) More EYN madness! Morning practice and main workshop held in a cute, little dance studio near Alfama. Found out yoga people are hardcore huggers. A lot of beautiful moments happened on this day.
7) The bad weather really really tried to bum us all out but the Yogafoolers let no rain fool them! Would have gone without being soaked to my bones on the way back home, though.
Right now Spring is in full bloom, the days get sunnier and warmer, everyone feels like spending their days outside, making plans, meeting friends, doing FUN… yeah, stop right there: that’s just it, doing whatever kind of fun we like. And I wanted to share with you a wallpaper that inspired some of that outdoorsy, breathe-the-fresh-air-and-why-not-smell-the-flowers kind of feel.
So, here is… May in all its wisteria!