
My last article was published on 3rd of April 2015.
At that time, Etude was a different place, and I was a different place too.
Then life happened.
Years passed, priorities changed, many things happened, and little by little I neglected the website. Etude became quiet.
But some ideas never really disappear. They stay somewhere in the background, waiting until the right moment to return.
Now, after all these years, I am coming back to my Etude - but not simply to continue where I left off.
I want to begin again with a different perspective.
I am less interested now in creating something that only looks beautiful. There is already so much perfection around us - polished photographs, polished homes, polished faces, polished lives.
What interests me more is what is real.
How something feels.
Why we are drawn to certain objects, places or people.
Why some imperfect things have more character than perfect ones.
Why natural materials, age, texture, memory and individuality can make something more beautiful, not less.
Etude is changing with me.
The new Etude will focus on original digital prints on linen, limited- edition pieces and hand- knitted garments - things made in smaller quantities, with character and individuality.
I want the pieces I create to feel personal. Not something everyone is wearing or living with, but something that reflects the person who chooses it.
And alongside the objects themselves, I want this Journal to become a place for thoughts and observations - about life, people, places and things we often pass without really seeing.
I don't want to teach anyone how to live.
I simply want to look a little closer.
Perhaps that is what coming back means for me now - returning to where I was, but seeing the same idea with different eyes.
When I moved all my belongings to England I was toying with the idea transporting my beautiful white piano, sadly the cost and logistics meant I had to leave it behind. I arrived back to my new home in England, where to my surprise a 100 year old piano was waiting for me in the hall. My future husband, a wonderful English gentlemen had organised it for me, a purchase from charity shop for five pounds.
It was honky tonk and wobbled on one side but once tuned it was adequate for me to practice my etude’s which are short musical compositions, designed as an exercise to improve solo musical skills.
Following my instincts during 2011, I left my city life in my homeland near the Baltic sea to pursue my children who had a few years earlier embarked on their search for a new life adventure in London.
After only a few months in this wonderful cosmopolitan city my life took completely different direction from that I had envisaged. My journey home from part time job took me from Edgware Road tube station via Oxford Circus to Tottenham in North London. On this particular day a chance subterranean meeting would change the direction of my life. This encounter would take me father North of London where for the last four years I have lived in an extended Victorian cottage in the middle of fields, surrounded by the beautiful English country side where every morning I wake up to different skies, birds singing in the spring and views over green pastures with grazing sheep.