Buenas noches*. As you may or may not know I was lucky enough to visit Toronto this November, all thanks to #DMUglobal. What took me so long to make this post? Mainly the fact that I didn’t know where to start. I had no opinion about Toronto or Canada before this trip and I certainly did not expect it to change me as much as it did. I mean how often do you get a chance to live in a beautiful loft with massive windows and a view to skyscrapers, spend evenings doing things YOU want, have an informal chat with Superior Court judges, watch interesting trials, don’t have to think about work or anything? Not often enough.
It’s been 84 years since last time I wrote something on here and I owe you an explanation. As you can probably tell from my Instagram, I’ve been exploring different styles trying to decide what direction I want to take this blog to, what kind of posts I want to make and whether or not to keep sharing my adventures with everyone who knows how to read.
And you know what? I want to! Having a blog helps me to gather my thoughts, keep a track on how my individual style develops and changes. And seeing that there are people who follow my journey (visitor count just hit 4k, thank you!) inspires and motivates me.
Yesterday we had a beautiful snow day here in Leicester and if you know me, you know that proper winter tends to end my creative hibernation. Starting today, I will aim to bring more colors to this space. Expect photo editing tips, regular updates of places I visit, random stories, literature reviews and more. Talk to you soon!
☾ Gabriele Marija
I highly admire plants for no specific reason (despite the fact that they provide us with oxygen, duh). Or maybe because standing in an empty botanic garden, surrounded by loads of various green leafs can make you feel like you have your life figured out.
This September will mark the beginning of my third year at DMU. Time flies! If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram, you have probably noticed a great number of DMU photos I constantly publish.
The quiet crackle of fire in a warm room, a train rolling by, fall leaves underfoot, the silence of a snowy midnight, wolf pack howls, the tapping of long nails on good wood, rain on window panel, old leather creaking, the quiet strum of a guitar, quietly whispered poetry, a paintbrush on fresh canvas… If I would have to describe the sounds of Kaunas, the second-largest city in Lithuania, I could go on for ages.
First, I have never intended for this website to turn into a blog. It was supposed to be a simple gallery, but things have changed and with each entry, I’m tempted to write more and more, especially about London – city that always gives me an endless amount of hope and positivity. My goal for the summer is to explore it as much as possible. And share my findings with you, lovely people.
St Pancras International. 9:40 AM. “Are you going back home, miss?” the cashier asked me when I was buying breakfast. “Mmmm?” I wasn’t sure what she meant. “France! You’re french, right?” she pointed to departure gates next to the shop. People often thinks that I’m french, but this conversation later took on a deeper meaning than I then thought.