New houses.

The house we moved in is far from perfect but is pretty close to the house I was dreaming of. The first few weeks were harder than expected, the cleaning was overwhelming and stressing but now that we have been living here for over 3 months I am loving it.
In Easter my parents were over for a visit and we celebrated it with a lunch in the garden, I baked a Pasqualina tart with spinach, ricotta and eggs. I painted Easter eggs and we went to pick flowers in the forest nearby. The strawberry cake is not from the same day but turned out really good and perfect for a spring lunch.
These little houses are at the end of the garden and were originally used to wash clothing, hold pigeons and believe it or not, in one of them there is still a shower. :)
Since spring began we started working on a small vegetable patch and planted tomatoes, cucumbers and courgettes. If the weather gets better this week I also would like to plant some aubergines, peppers and salad. I will soon post some of the pictures of my extensive basil plantation, and all the new flowers. Have you already started working in your garden? Which flowers did you choose?

New Lists.

Happy package in my letterbox today. I ordered a set of watercolors and they have finally arrived. It looks real pretty and can't wait to use it. :)
I am making lists again, things to do, magazines and editors to contact, projects to finish and priorities.
I am also mentally making lists of things I no longer want to upset over, far too many times in fact, I get upset over silly things that I cannot change. I am working on that. Don't we all have far too many things in our head that prevent us from concentrating on what it is really important?
I would really like to clear my head and move forward, no more getting upset over the past or all the choices that others made for me. Moving on.
I am working on some new ideas I would love to realize in ceramics and I am really looking forward to show you some of the new pictures I took. Maybe tomorrow?
I would like to make the most of this 2013 all about art.

Look at that shadow on the wall.

It is so special when you first move into a new house and get to know the light.
Being winter the light is always hitting the coloured walls in many different ways, it goes from the light blue kitchen walls to the orange-red entrance and the sage sitting room. I am enjoying this moment very much, listening to the wind blowing through the trees and watching the neighbour's cat hunting under the big yellow daisy's bush. Almost as Goldielocks I am trying every chair, having tea in all the different corners and imagining how much I will enjoy sitting outside this spring.

You can call me home.

One week ago we have moved into our new home. I spent a lot of time over the past months looking for it, looking for a space where to set my new studio, have a garden and enjoy nature more.
The beginning has been hard and tested us a fair bit but I am glad that the potential we saw on the first visit is still here.
The village is only 30 minutes away by train to Barcelona and the house is an old masia, with  a fireplace and a woodburning stove in the studio.
I have many new ceramic pieces and etchings to show you but I am first trying to figure out my new routine.
My 2013 resolutions include "To enjoy being alone and not fear it" and " To believe in myself more than I believe in others".

With that in mind I wish you all a good 2013!

Dreaming...

I had a bunch of things I always could count on, a few friends, a few strong deep relationships.
They broke down. Maybe time, maybe me, maybe them.
This is a very grey fall here in Cataluña and for the very first time since I finished my degree I am doing nothing but drawing, painting, sculpting with ceramic, using the pottery wheel, making etchings, taking pictures. I am trying hard to give love back to the only one thing that is ALWAYS on my side, art.
I still cannot stop thinking about all the great people I feel I have lost on the road but then I wake up in the morning and have only one wish: create. My head is wondering and my creativity is going strange places.
I had a terrible nightmare last night, I dreamt that I was the chosen to be Satan's prophet, his left arm. I was there with a wounded Jesus, drinking shots of something that tasted like Bailey's with dark red blood, the blood of the devil. I was in a church full of lit candles and suddenly I decided that no matter the amazing "job offer" I was not ready to accept it and I took Jesus back to his destiny, to be killed but then also resurrect and be the superstar in so many people's life.(?!?)
I woke up and of course I could no go back to sleep.
I am almost always lucky enough to remember my dreams but this one was particularly extravagant, I might admit...
I have no idea of what it means but when I was having breakfast I had a thought...Is it possible that all the great friends in my life left me behind because they got a glance of what is in my head?!?

A while ago.

Travelling will keep you young.

We just came back from a road trip to Asturies and I am already missing it. Even if I know the weather is far from being that nice everyday of the year I am starting to wonder what it would be like to live there. Somehow the landscape and the people manage to make me feel immediately at home...