To Be A Would Be Designer

As exciting as moving out into another country to study art might sound, it's A LOT of work. Not only am I trying to pack and do all the annoying paper work but also I got "pre-homework" to do for my course at uni. As a part of our summer project we got to read manifestos and statements by designers. Through reading it, I was inspired to make up my own, taking bits and pieces from other quotes and statements and throwing in my own jazz as well :) Enough rambling on, this is the outcome.

To Stage Oneself

These shots happened randomly during a fun weekend at a festival. Self portraits are a strange thing. They try to capture the perception that we got of ourselves... So the way we present ourselves mostly reveals the way we view ourselves - if it is an accurate view can only be found out by knowing the person. So I wonder if we know ourselves as well as we assume. It seems that self portraits easily become more of an evaluation of our perception or beliefs about ourselves rather than our true identity. A princess clothed in rags does not lose her identity but she does not quite live accordingly to her identity. So the question is: Do we know who we really are? Or did we lose ourselves somewhere along the way? I find that that happens fairly often to me. But the great thing about it is that being lost implies the opportunity to be found again - story of my life. To be lost does not have to become my identity, but I need to cease hiding.

 I found that making up my own identity doesn't quite work, it cannot stand the pressures from all the stuff going on round me. Pretty much everyone I met seeks for identity outside himself, so there must be something to it. Some people look for it in the realms of beauty or success, some people try to find it in persons and relationships, some in pets and others in talents or lofty ideas, this list can be continued as long as you fancy. So where lies my identity? To be really honest, if Jesus Christ would not be my identity, if His definition of me would not have started to become my identity I'd be screwed. I know what it means to be a mess - as does almost everybody else. We don't have it all together and on our own we never will.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

Live The Language

EF - Live The Language - Paris from Albin Holmqvist on Vimeo.

Just another treat I found on Vimeo - Absolutely love the way Paris is captured in images and fonts. These hues are inviting to dream oneself of a new adventure. Make sure you check out the other cities as well on Vimeo

To Travel Far....

... travel together. I just discovered this project in the early morning and I really felt like I should share it because it put a smile on my face - so it might on yours as well. Miles Of Road Project

To travel the world, being on a big adventure finding beauty in all sorts of places and be inspired to form new ideas and dreams.... sounds so good to me.

“Not till we are lost [...] do we begin to find ourselves.” - Thoreau