2018

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The new year began with snow days, a stack of library books and long breakfasts by candlelight.
I love the slow, peaceful pace of things this time of year.

It’s no accident, I suppose, that the cozy winter mood I find myself in when I think about my resolutions for the new year – read books ! write more ! Post one painting a week ! Create a weekly routine and stick to it ! – unavoidably results in a spectacular implosion (and a severely neglected blog) once April comes and the year’s seed catalogue (or French politics) starts focusing all my attention.

Yet as I heard people here and there talking about choosing their guiding words for 2018, « routines » was the word that kept coming to my mind. Yes, routines, for everyday life and for creativity, is what I intend to work on this year.

I feel optimistic, because I know I am not starting from scratch. For one thing, I finally feel confident now that the creative path is the one I want to pursue. For another, living in a place I call my own, with a decent set of tools at hand, and for a few years in a row, has been liberating. It has helped me realize that creating routines doesn’t necessarily requires setting a rigid timetable and relying on a level of willpower I don’t have to make myself stick to it.

It works much better for me to pay attention to the way I organize my space to make sure that everyday life doesn’t get in the way of my creative work.

We’ll see how it goes !
Happy new year, you all ! I’ve missed you !

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Fresh Thyme And A Pile Of Books

Cotoneaster

Happy New Year, you all!

2015 ended with family gatherings and picking fresh thyme in the French alps, long walks in a city filled with good memories and a pile of books I had never read before.

The alarm went off in the wee hours on the first day of 2016, for we had a plane home to catch (well, technically, two).

Blame it on the lack of sleep, I still haven’t realized that a new year is there. One of these days I’ll sit down with a cup of coffee, looking back into 2015, dreaming about 2016 and I’ll write down a thing or two. Things for myself to remember, and things I’m looking forward to. I’ll make resolutions I will stick to, and crazy ones I probably won’t, but who knows?

But so far, I’ve been cozying up next to the wood burning stove, sipping a warm cup of ginger, thyme and honey tea and devouring another good book. Catching up on sleep and waking up to fresh snow. It’s been such a nice, peaceful start of the year.

And for now, thank you, thank you so much for your visits and comments here! I’m sending you warm wishes, and I’m looking forward to seeing all the words and images you’ll be sharing this year. May 2016 be a good one!

On knitting socks and running your own business

Bygdøy, Oslo

During Christmas break I asked my grandma if she knew how to knit socks. Of course she did. We couldn’t find any suitable yarn in the house or in town, but I traveled back home with her detailed explanations memorized, a precious old pair of hand-knitted socks made by my late great great-aunt to use as a model, and the promise of Skype rescue sessions if I ever got stuck.

In 2015, among other equally important things, I will turn 30, read every morning before switching on the computer (ahem), sew lots of stuff, run my own business, renovate my little red house, finish a philosophy book for children, grow vegetables, reflect upon dialog between natural and social sciences, take better pictures, live frugally, write more, buy even less stuff, make illustrations and learn how to knit socks.

Now, it does appear to me that 1) all these things sound really disparate, that 2) some also sound crazy (finish a book, really?) and 3) seriously, am I putting the question of dialog between natural and social sciences and the art of knitting socks on the same level?

But what I learned from 2014 is that:
1) however disparate these things might appear, there is actually a coherence in this list: work/life balance issues? Be gone. Plus, I really love all these things. I don’t want to choose between them. I need them all to be happy.
2) Er, you’re turning 30. Thir-ty, Marion. You’re allowed to turn “crazy” into “real”. Or at least try to.
3) well, darn yes I am. All these years, I’ve somehow contemptuously tried to convince myself that I shouldn’t, which has only made me frustrated.

There. I said it.

Happy 2015, friends!

happy new year

champagne, glasses and candles

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