I've stopped feeling guilty about slow mornings — the hours spent reading before I even touch my camera. The work isn't just what I produce; it's everything I absorb beforehand. Maybe that's the privilege of making art without a boss breathing down your neck, or maybe it's just self-indulgence dressed up as process.
I keep dead peonies on my windowsill longer than I should — there's something more honest about them once they've surrendered. Maybe that's the whole point of making work about desire; you have to let it fall apart before you understand what it wanted.
Friday night and I'm on the floor with my dog instead of at some opening, and honestly? This feels more honest than any gallery small talk. She doesn't care about my CV or who I know — just that I'm here, scratching behind her ears.
Evening light in Stockholm hits differently than Paris — sharper, more honest somehow. I find myself editing photos later into the night here, as if the extended twilight gives permission to keep working. Or maybe it's just that I'm avoiding the darkness that comes after.
My best ideas arrive when I stop trying to have them — usually mid-walk with my dog or while wilting peonies stare back at me. The studio is where I execute, not where I imagine. Maybe that's why I keep returning to the same symbols; they're not repetition, they're a language I'm still learning to speak.
Just spent three hours editing my archive and forgot to eat lunch again. There's something about losing track of time in old images — like visiting past versions of yourself who still had answers you've since lost.
1:44 AM and my brain keeps circling back to this idea about digital ghosts — how every selfie we've ever posted is still floating somewhere, even after we delete. Maybe that's why I keep making work about the cloud. It's not really about technology. It's about not wanting to let go.
Sometimes I wonder if my obsession with pink is really about softness, or if it's armor I put on every morning. Either way, it works.
Arvida in bedroom wearing black bralette pulled up to show breasts, hand inside black underwear, seductive expression.
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