@odysseyheart
one year ago today I was in Florence.
I had my work exhibited at Rifugio Digitale for Primavera Digitale, and I remember those days as one of the most beautiful windows of my recent years. Not because my life was more stable then, the precarity of being an artist hasn't changed much, if I'm honest. But there was something quietly magnificent about being in a city built by people who believed art could hold the whole weight of human experience, surrounded by creative minds from all over the world, sharing a coffee, a laugh, a few words. Seeing in each other's eyes the same craving. The same wondering.
I visited the Uffizi for the first time. Stood in front of the masters and genuinely couldn't breathe.
And I was wearing one of my oysters at my neck, one of the first that had come out right after a few failed attempts. I remember feeling quietly proud. Like I was showing myself, maybe for the first time.
One year later I'm standing in a different place. The shop I first dreamed about in Florence is open. The home studio exists. The oysters are finding their way into other people's lives and stories.
There is as much life in me as ever. And all of it goes into the practice.
Late at night I walked under Santa Maria del Fiore and watched the Brunelleschi dome against a dark blue sky, illuminated and magnificent. I remember exactly how whole I felt.
Things come back as whispers
before losing in the wind.