The past weeks i’ve done quite a lot of soul searching, being away from all the designing and creativeness when it comes to hands on work, but at the same time spending a lot of hours gathering inspiration from around me and the web.
Instagram was the first big revelation. I’ve always saw myself in certain way. The idea of minimalism, how easy and effortless black and white is, less is more etc etc. But bringing all of that to my surroundings and capturing them in a certain way made me miserable at some points and discouraged. Let’s face it. I don’t live in a very minimal place, nor my surroundings are black, white and clean. It took literally everything from me to open my eyes and realise that it was time for me embrace the beautiful place i live in and see the way things are, instead of making them in the certain way i wanted.
I’m not quite sure if it’s because the minimalist kind of person is so in right now, but there’s a small kick i’ve been feeling towards it lately. Of course, i still appreciate a clean smart design, a perfectly balanced use of space and simple things. But the way we used to see minimalism, as in two years ago (so fascinated by it, remember?) is just not working anymore for me. I love colour, i love flowers and plants, pastels, reds and pinks. I love emotions, romance, ladies with red lips, grain instead of vector, textures instead of white and for now, that is what makes me happy.
A reason for existing. Isn’t that what it’s all about? Doing what we love and what makes us happy, instead of going with the flow and what’s popular. ps. Major love goes to my little sister who put up with me putting red lipstick on her and taking shot after shot on our balcony a few minutes ago.