“In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass –but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.”
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood | Magnolia, part of a commission, before cleaning and inking. | Summer 2019
So, we live in a rental and this wall is starting to get ugly weather marks and peeling paint, so I made this wall hanging to hide it. This one is 4x3 ft, the biggest one out of all the three macrame projects that I’ve made. ✨🥨 I’m still learning this craft, and I made so many mistakes on this piece - and learned a LOT along the way. Haha! On another note, we’re experiencing more humidity here and I’m so happy that it’s finally drizzling at times in our area! ☀️🌦🌿
2014 VS 2019:
It’s been five years since I decided to sit down and learn how to paint flowers. Back then, I just wanted to use watercolor florals for our wedding invitation. After giving birth, I had to give up playing my violin full-time so I can focus on raising our wonderful little boy. In between his naps, I would paint, do calligraphy, and even practice, but it was the watercolors that were most convenient to do. That was it - convenience - because I can even paint while breastfeeding or baby wearing. It broke my heart to accept that I’m barely holding my violin and that performing feels like it belongs to a different lifetime. But then again, I unearthed my first ever floral study this morning. It’s really never too late to focus on something you want to do.
