turning nothing into something
floral burst and a stroll down memory lane
It finally happened. After an inspired mostly* daily photography practice for my big juicy delicious year, I had a frumpy dump week.
Yes, I’m still taking photos. But with all I documented over the past 7 days, nothing felt compelling enough to share. I never got that tickle of excitement while uploading and I even had to go look at this year’s 365 book after taking a photo to see if I already took one similar… I had. (To be fair it was Finn sitting on his pineapple Squishmallow — and yes I’m keeping it because you can never take too many photographs of your sweet elderly chi.)
Anyway, I knew this day would come and I’m okay with it. In fact, I realized not having much to share this week was an opportunity to give you an update on this project I’ve been working on.
To make a long story short, I’m combing through, re-editing and organizing roughly 15,000+ images to find my favorites from 2017 on. I’m proud to share that I’m 2,500 photos in and revisiting this time of life has been moving and nostalgic to say the least.
This nothing sure turned into something very special.























* There was a time when I did everything with such a rigid intensity. From art to exercise and beyond. Now, I approach all of my ideas with deep trust and flexibility. What peace.
Okay, I feel like there’s so much more to share but I’ve got to get to bed. I look forward to what next week will bring and even more so to ironing it out here on the blog.
In the meantime, please, tell me — what are you working on? What are you excited about? I’d genuinely love to hear/see.
I’ll catch you next week,
Elyse’


I guess I am still searching for that flexibility and trust you mention, Elyse. Right now, everything feels more like 'this' than 'that,' but I am exploring without retreating (well, trying!).
I just started a project where I am drawing the fruit étagère that has been in my family forever. I found a bunch of old photographs, and it is always there in the background; sometimes with my dad, sometimes with my grandma. Both have passed away. I brought the étagère with me when I moved from Germany to Finland 16 years ago... and somehow now finds its way into my creative work. I explore through journaling, writing, reading. There are many other things I am working on, this feels special right now <3
Gosh, seeing your photos makes me regret selling my camera. The tender moments you capture. Love.