Monday, 23 May 2016
TRAIN TRIPPIN
Made on my way to Venice, via Milan. I slept for the majority of the trip. At one point I was woken up by one of the ticket checkers who poked me. I made a little squeal and sat up suddenly, a little confused (and sleepy).
Sunday, 24 April 2016
Friday, 1 April 2016
T_A_D
Nothing quite compares to MS Paint proper. Although I fell in love with the MacBook I was borrowing from the office, my good ol' trusty (read: not so trusty) PC is where I can find my favourite Paint.
Today was nuts. Yesterday we partied to celebrate the end of the studio. Ended up at a private concert in a war bunker. Only got to bed at 3:30 and then had to wake up at 6am to clean. pack. clean. and move across the city to a new apartment. We (Helle and I) are now living in West Stockholm. It's a nice change, away from the city centre and into Stockholm's social housing district.
Friday, 29 January 2016
Wednesday, 27 January 2016
NO UNDO
I am living and working in Stockholm. It feels both unreal and very real. Here's a paint I made using QueekyPaint. I didn't allow myself to ever press 'undo'. Draw one and email it to me and I'll upload it as a post.
Thursday, 14 January 2016
2016
2016 marks the beginning of Scribbled Egg's 6th year. 6 years ago I started this blog as a let-go from the stress of archi school and yet I'm still here confused about the love-hate relationship I have with the profession.
It's been a stressed out January. Big life decisions have been made and I find myself fluctuating between feeling excited for change but equally nervous about stepping into an unknown. I'm veering away from expectations with high hopes of finding a career path in something other than architecture=buildings. I often think of how I could have stayed studying at UCT this year; Pats and I could have stuck it out together. And then I could stick being Michael's non-long-distance 'normal' girlfriend, waiting to adventure in Europe together rather than running away for my independent desires. But my independent pangs are a thing of me and if I trust my gut, I know I must go and I'm excited for it.
It's been a stressed out January. Big life decisions have been made and I find myself fluctuating between feeling excited for change but equally nervous about stepping into an unknown. I'm veering away from expectations with high hopes of finding a career path in something other than architecture=buildings. I often think of how I could have stayed studying at UCT this year; Pats and I could have stuck it out together. And then I could stick being Michael's non-long-distance 'normal' girlfriend, waiting to adventure in Europe together rather than running away for my independent desires. But my independent pangs are a thing of me and if I trust my gut, I know I must go and I'm excited for it.
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