Everything I am creating these days is connected either with my fashion ideas or the poetry. Last October I have started the project I never thought it will appear, and that is chaining the poems free from form into a new poetry book made of 366 poems (exactly, one for each day, including the 29th of February). Inspiration is such a surprising thing! An artist could never know when it will come and in what form.
Since I learned how to write all the letters, it started my adventure with words. At first these where some simple sentences I used to write in the picture books I was receiving – such as: “This is my favourite book ever” (written inside of “The wizard of Oz”) – that were, later on, more specified and connected in the short stories and the poems since when I was nine years old. What a vivid imagination I had! What took it from me so I am still trying to finish my first novel? In the meantime, this blog appeared – even I am mostly making the posts how passionate I am about the fashion, the real story behind all that has to be included: that is me – and, in my world, the words are the essence.
When it comes to my birthday or the New Year, I am not the happiest one – I usually start to question myself even more intensively have I done enough in the time that passed. Recently, by writing my first novel, I finally confirmed that the ideas I am dealing with now were not mature enough to be fully realized in any other time in the past – and that questioning became less conspicuous.
To be aware of the passions and to guide them in the right direction is one of the importances of life. I am passionate about so many things, that once I even wrote that I would love to stay young and in the fullness of my strength for one hundred years so I can properly realize all of them. If such thing could be possible, I would be even studying astrophysics, because I am so amazed by the luxuriance the Universe has.