...and it sometimes seems like i always drew the same stuff. i had not had the courage to look at my old journals for different reasons, one of them beiing that i don't have my new york ones with me so looking at journals in general hurts.

i took these photos with the hipstamamtic app, not sure how i feel about it, i love it and hate it, also don't have the best lenses (yet) and need to play more with it meaning patience which i'm not good at.

this is a page from my current moleskine journal, it's a drawing i made yesterday of an object i brough with me from my emotional archaeology journey into the past. but that will be described in a separate post later today. this is tati's (my grandma) coffee jar, i remember it vividly. i see this object and i see my beautiful grandmother making coffee in the kitchen with black and white tiles... more on this later.