January

It is the first of January and, without knowing what expects me, I am writing the story of this day on the backside of the first drawing. During New Year’s Eve we announced 2022 to be the year of self-love, which seems to be a long and never-ending journey. This is the month I am visiting Moscow, completing the deadlines with the last day studying from 6 am until late night – I want it to be good. A month full of anxiety that seemed to stick to me forever – and a month I learned that sometimes it is important to let it settle by itself. The month where I just started – telling myself it is an experiment and I will draw at least 1 line if I have no time at all – but will see where it leads me to. On the last day of January, I am writing myself a note: I learned a lot and feel much better; still full of anxiety, I start February.