Yeehu! First day of the second semester of 2026 — love to refresh with these new beginnings.
Today we are working on our most recent collection at the atelier, multiplying the pieces we’ve already done.
I knit — crocheted, actually — for 40 + 40 minutes, considering today’s and yesterday’s portion of the project — “I’d love to knit all winter,” in which I knit or crochet a piece for 40min on camera daily throught all winter, southern hemisphere’s winter.
As I crocheted, I was thinking how cool it was to see cells and things under the microscope during lab classes in school as I was wondering if doctors get to see what goes in our hemograms — like our lymphocites — during formation years and actually have a picture of what a normal, low, high count would look like.
I wonder how doctors see everyone in front of them. Do they see the cells, the muscles, the systems underneath? The same goes for psychologists, psychiatrists… are they reading our minds, as we move and speak?
This is Adélia Prado’s quote I read recently still reverberating in my mind.
“Sometimes God takes away all my poetry. I look at a rock and I see a rock.”
Then I realised: I am full of poetry. I look at things and most of the time I see beyond things.
And I love cultivating my beyonds, expanding them. So when I see wood flooring in a Japanese temple, I see the artisan, the work, I wish I could see the actual tree. If I can’t see the tree, maybe I’ll look into it and find out about that tree. I see everyone I love who loves trees. I touch the wood and I can almost feel the wind.
Most of the time the cultivating and the expanding is just what I do for fun, because whenever I see something, then that something is already poetic.
That being said, I also love living things as they are. Bright blue skies like today are so energising, it’s exciting to go outside and make things happen!
