Here's to you, my Little Wonder.
For over the past 3 years now.. I've been observing myself attempting to put our common work into an orderly unit. To place it on the right platform, in the right shape, with the right name and for the right audience.. Blogspot or weebly? Private or public? Saule Laulu? Drawing Snails? Mama Studio? The Fairy and The Unicorn? Where is the good name? ...and the more I try, the more I stay up at night to think, the more I press... the less of an essence on my plate, the less of action in perfect frequency, the less connection with where we are right now.. So let me tell you, that I don't care much.. for the platform or shape, the name or the audience, up-to-date or "memoir like", what-ever-i-make-it... is scared to me. It is my process in motherhood. My holy chaos. My messy mess. And it's all right. It was meant to be clean and neat. It was meant to have archives. Be full of content. And up to date. But it isn't. Because being with you takes more time and effort and engagement than I could ever spare for this blog and gallery or any of my websites and all of them together. Because laundry and dish-washing are my meditation practises too after all and because so much is changing every day. I cannot witness you with a smartphone camera each time you birth your masterpiece. I cannot stand beside you and pose so our artwork would be captured - as it is happening - in duet. I cannot spoil the moments that offer me pure presence and sharing . Not each day not chronologically not on time. I will let you draw on A4 printing paper every day and will hand you the 20th sheet if needed but i will not put myself on duty to document any more I will let myself free to witness and leave things unphotographed Unless there's an undying need right there and then unless there's such a spark of inspiration that images and sentences form around my head like an aura for you truly are the angel you call yourself so kind you sometimes let me to awake under your wings
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May all mothers find peace in this creative universe and often rest their heads on its playful lap ♥
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