I had a fun day of meeting a friend, going to my studio to finish a painting, which I didn't because I fell asleep on the couch, but more importantly I was there to take some pictures of my newest works, which I did. And then I had a movie date with my husband to see Indiana Jones.
I'll share a couple of the paintings with you, perhaps not the best ones, I don't know, but the pictures turned out the best. (It's very tricky taking photographs of paintings, let me tell you!)
Here's a happy painting for you, called Fancy that:
My closest family members all like my abstract works better (with maybe the exception of my brother) and I have wondered why that is. I think it must be because they'd rather not see my dark side. I have had this melancholy in me even as a child, I don't know if it's a quintessentially Finnish quality, or perhaps something else? I just see that even the happiest moments are tinged with a touch of sadness. The beauty of life is always bittersweet.
"Waiting to melt away"
The world was in full bloom today. This weekend at my dad's the apple tree was bursting with flowers as I've never seen it before. It's same as with the bluebells and daffodils, it's almost as if mom's garden is blooming in honor of her, more than ever.
On the way to my studio
Mom and dad's garden