I first thought that my life would be a blank canvas, on which I would trace my own drawing.

Then I thought about it as a blank canvas, on which I traced a drawing under the guidance of other people.

Then as a puzzle, and I started noticing missing pieces, and the immense task of finding the right place for each of the existing ones.

Finally as a tangram, where the pieces have no predefined place, and there are minimal rules on how to compose a figure out of the seven geometrical shapes.

Gimpo airport stn line 5

If there will be any step after the tangram, it will be a variant where I can use less than all seven pieces, where I can develop the figure on more dimensions than the flat plane…

Unexpected whiteboard art

Yesterday I tried to clean my whiteboard at work, and discovered that the markers I used were not really whiteboard-friendly… but the half-wiped effect was unexpectedly artsy:

That’s all for today. It’s a quiet phase and I am monitoring nature for the first signs of spring. It’s still cold but the days are quickly getting longer. See you all in two weeks!