I MISS staying put in one space and just losing meself . . .
I remember one time, I didn’t go out for days
I just kept on creating collages after collages for my exhibition.
There was also another time when I was editing during the Christmas holidays and I needed to finish this documentary. I was so into it, I spent Christmas eve or was it New Year alone with just Mithi, my first laptop.
I MISS my RITUALS before the creation…
I used to sneak behind my sisters back and use her apartment as my atelier.
I loved waking up early in the morning and walking towards my makeshift creative space. Setting the mood with some music, opening the windows and letting the morning light shine in. I then lay down my materials, one by one on the white table,
I MISS creating something personal. Expressing what I have inside. Speaking with my heart through my hands.
I MISS this kind of focus
I MISS this feeling
. . .
And so I vow after this upcoming soul trip,
i will lock meself up again and just lose it.
create. go crazy. let go.
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