I’ve recently been asked to try to put it to words why I like to write, paint and take photos. Not only that, I was also asked to define what it is I like writing about, painting and taking photos of.

And finally, how I express it.

This is way tougher than it sounds. At my first attempt I managed to do the “how”.

Some desire for output, like a part of the emotions have to get onto a piece of paper. To recreate well-being in colors and words.

Recreate negative feelings into something beautiful.

To give life a purposeless purpose. Something else to do than work.

This is what I found out. It’s not much. My goal is to dive a little bit deeper into my subconsciousness to eventually answer these questions.

Just tonight, I finally opened my acrylic paint, which I bought many weeks ago in Søstrene Grene, here in Paris. I had totally forgotten how nice and easy acrylic paint is. My friend Lydia makes really nice paintings with acrylics. My mom does amazingly too! They were my main inspiration to buy these colours but for some reason I’ve been afraid of opening them and tackling them as a creative output (a fear that was really based on nothing..). I just started something small, using white, blue and black. We’ll see how that turns out.

One day and a week ago I got back to Iceland. I had an amazing easter weekend at home with my family, which started by a family celebration in the country side. From there we went to a rented cottage where we spent the weekend, all of us and the dogs. I will not deny that I’ve dreamt about living abroad for a long time but there’s nothing that really compares to coming home to the cold and the rain and cuddle up in the cozy with people you love. It was also strange to come back into my apartment, as it hasn’t changed much in my absence (well, it’s just my dear Svavar and the dogs that live there, so no surprise). With the blink of an eye I felt like I never left and that Paris simply was one big crazy dream.

But Paris definitely isn’t only a crazy dream, I’m there now, listening to old Icelandic pop music before going to bed.

I just looked out the window earlier and saw that someone has left a random desk chair just outside it.

I’m going to bed now, hopefully dreaming something nice. I guess that’s the only thing I can ask for, the subconsciousness will have to do the rest.

-Miriam