please hold the line

please hold the line

  

Ok this being pregnant thing is getting more and more serious each day….I was kind of lucky avoiding all the horrible scary pregnancy symptoms and was hoping for Mr.Little to stay inside at least for half a year longer…..It took only two weeks to change my mind…NOW I’m hoping for him to get out as soon as possible (of course as long as he is well, healthy and happy ). Last week I started to have a small pain in my tooth, by the afternoon it was a bigger pain in my tooth so we googled closest dentist to our place and went….after not very professional treatment I ended up in emergency at night with huge pain in my tooth….they did what could be done at the moment and advised me to my dentist next day :)….so a search for “my dentist” begun….and I ended up at third dentist in two days with a huge pain in two of my teeth…yesterday I went to see my dentist again with third tooth and this thing does not seem to be ending any time soon…It is getting worse and worse…my teeth treatment will last until Mr.Little is born and most probably long after he is born. As I am not taking pain killers I’m really not happy about this situation, actually I was very unhappy yesterday…SO unhappy that I cried from pain for half an hour without stopping…and such thing has not happened to me since my childhood probably. SO yes the scary pregnancy symptoms got me as well…and I am not talking about sleepless nights when I can’t change my position because I fell like a huge bug fallen on the back chaotically waving my four limbs in the air…the most awkward, clumsy way of walking which makes me look as half paralyzed whale in the circus and never ending sweating day and night….My body is no longer ME or MINE … it is occupied by this little man who is moving around almost non stop…turning my belly into some horror like looking mass changing shape and size…this little guy who is simply adjusting everything to his needs…and I am like a big cabinet with small head, legs, hands and huge ass walking around waiting for him to open the door and step out to our lives….In the mean time I ‘m trying to work on a illustration of theater play and I’m really looking for our coming one week holidays in Mazury…AND I have the best ever husband…when he saw me crying from pain yesterday he wanted to make me happy so he went through my old photos from Israel and made this small compilation of those which were not published before…I think that is sweet as hell :)

PS: if u know about any exciting illustration project that my work could fit in ( book cover, cd cover, magazine article, kids book, t-shirt design, wall paper design whatever that might be ) please let me know…I’d be very happy to start working from home for the next months :)
  

  

no more Rihanna in my head…I know what’s my name

no more Rihanna in my head…I know what’s my name

today was an extraordinary day….nothing special happened but anyway I felt so different…so alive, full of power….maybe it was the weather, maybe the fact that we went on bicycles for the first time this year or maybe simply the company of Mr.B and Mr.T…whatever it was it made me feel so overloaded with energy that I decided to finally finish working on scans from Israel…and it was not the best idea…here I am sitting for 6 hours…my eyes red, my feet cold and my back stuck in the strangest shape…BUT I did it…I can move on to something else without having to think about this unfinished story….and I have to mention one ultra positive side effect – I stopped hearing Rihanna in my head for long beautiful 6 hours

three stories from Jaffa

three stories from Jaffa

Our first day in Tel Aviv we spend walking around and enjoying the atmosphere which was so different and so unique….we also stopped at the market in Jaffa …. Mr.B is usually bored and annoyed by flea markets, he says that he hates all that old crap and he can’t understand how people are able to produce such amount of unimportant and useless stuff and what more, they even dare to sell it :) … but the place with old photos can always excite him…there was a guy selling countless number of old photos stored in the boxes and plastic bags…meaningless and forgotten….it was probably the same place Rafal Milach found and he also could not resist buying some….we were going through those piles of photographs as hunters, fascinated by their materiality, looking for hints to create new stories..our stories…

he can breath under water because he has amphibious nostrils

he can breath under water because he has amphibious nostrils

why to be a fish in a fish bowl….when you sleep everybody thinks you’r dead

flagship in red

flagship in red

It is gonna take some time until we’ll be able to upload photos from Israel project that we were working on with Mr.B….we are very thankful for all the contacts we got from people before we arrived to Israel…bur most of all for sometimes shocking hospitality of people we’ve met and who helped us…to keep you tuned here Israel project flagship…first portrait we took in Tel Aviv

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I don't want my life to be a reason for other's life to be a suffering that is why I am vegan and that is how I want to raise my son. I love my little family, birds, rainy days and life on the road. I believe in life before death :).


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