21 April 2018, Andalusia (Spain)

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Cabo de Gata (Almería, Spain), April 2017
photo by Mostafa Allam

A bit more about myself…

I write to make sense of this life.

I draw to experience it more intensely.

All the stories you’ll find here are autobiographical.

Most of the photos have been taken with my mobile phone. I never carry a camera.

I have no education in art or drawing.

In 2013 I took a pencil and started to draw. Since then my fears and concerns about the unattainable dream of becoming a full-time artist have only allowed me to create something once every 3-6 months. I know it’s not a lot, but it’s something.

In 2014 I worked hard, turned to a more minimalistic life and saved a good amount of money.

In 2015 I left everything to go on a journey that would take me around the world for 2 years. I left in search of my own creative path. Instead, I met myself. And found Love. All along the journey I felt my whole life had turned into a film I was eager to watch.

In 2016 I lost myself again. I don’t know how. But it happened. Just the way life happens. Since then, I’ve read a lot about breaking creative blocks and overcoming fear. It’s all in me. I just haven’t found a way to put it into practice yet. But I’m stubborn. Many small steps make a big one.

In 2017 I moved back to my hometown in southern Spain, back to my old flat and my former job. I was physically but mostly emotionally exhausted. Being home is always healing. But recovery is slow.

In 2018 I find myself feeling lost and confused more often than not. I find modern life overwhelming and beyond all understanding. I’ve turned into one more of the million people who live for the weekends. At times I even try to convince myself that this is how things are, this is how the world works and it’d be easier if I just accepted it. Then when I’m about to surrender, I remember my life back in 2015 and realise this is not true. There can be something else. There has to be. I know there is.

In April 2018 I’ve made a commitment to myself to stop crying around and actually do something. To stop feeling helpless and waiting for the right moment to act. To start bringing more meaning into my life. To make every week count.

Today my aim is to take the next tiny step that will take me further in my own creative journey towards a more meaningful and fulfilling life. Whether that means watching a tutorial, sitting to draw for 5 minutes or writing in my journal. That’s already further than I was the day before.

If this seems of any interest to you, I’d be more than happy to have you on board.

Let’s turn ordinary into… extraordinary.

҉       ҉       ҉

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2 thoughts on “21 April 2018, Andalusia (Spain)

  1. Aquí uno que, egoístamente, se alegra de esta frase: “In 2017 I moved back to my hometown in southern Spain”. Amiga todo lo que tocas se vuelve mejor, sobre todo las personas. Si me necesitas aquí estaré, silba. Un abrazo

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