Hello!! I now live in Madrid. Hahahah
Had some interesting 6 months in England where I improved my accent, got to see first handed about how distant and cold and formal and elegant the English are; met in person some long time internet friends; traveled more than I have ever done in my own country - no joke!; began to climb, horse ride, run; spent lot of money and time in buses and trains; went on some crazy arse adventures with people I barely knew and was lucky enough to find that they were awesome human beings and I even stayed at their houses after nights out and concerts (Roger Waters, babe, yeah!); climbed a "mountain wannabe" in Wales - Snowdon; got to be a part of the every day life of the most hilarious little boy ever and his super amazing border collie (I miss them both so so much!!); learned how to be in peace with myself by myself.
I think this last thing was the best thing really, even though everything else was amazing, this is something that changed in me that seriously needed changing, I had always needed someone to be there, approving of what I was doing, talking to me, holding my hand, being my shelter, and well, surprise surprise, in England I was completely alone in that sense. I had no one to rely on to be honest. Tough times. I even grew a little tougher too, even stopped crying while watching Grey's Anatomy (!! that's huge!!). I had nice people around me though and on the last month or so I actually had some decent girl-girl talks about feelings and relationships, which was something I had been needing for a long time. However, my biggest shelters were still online, from beyond my computer screen. From home in Brazil and from Canada, where a good friend from the NL had gone to to spend some months and felt just as alone as I did, we comforted each other with some long talks and booze, each one in their own side of the screen. Haha.
What else... Ah, my dog died. She was already around 16, so of course we weren't expecting her to live forever, but I mean... It was a hard blow being that I was in another continent and not taking care of her... She was there from when I wasn't even a teenager yet, ffs!! This time I did cry. She'll be greatly missed.
Last weeks in England were tough as hell. They were hell. I met a devilish woman and all. Hadn't felt that much hate in ages... -- uff! Calm down, it's gone, Fernanda!! Breathe -- ... After I sorted my way out of hell it was pleasant and awesome as it hadn't been for a long time in my being in England! Was sheltered (this time literally) by some friends for nearly a week (hopping from here to there), met up with my cousin who came to Europe years and years ago and we had some nice adult-like conversations (he's older than me, in Brazil he lived in another city and I was too young to have a decent conversation with him), and also met his girlfriend - she's spanish and really sweet. She taught me a few words she thought I might find useful for my time here... Bad words of course. Hahaha. I also met a guy in London who surprised me by (amongst other things) knowing more portuguese that he let me know he knew at first because he had been married to a brazilian for three years. Hahah... Oh, my life, the odds!
And I flew to Spain... To find an amazing new atmosphere, incredible people, breathtaking sceneries, lovely lovely hosts and a whole new language that I am still learning - si! ya hablo un poquito, pero sueno muy "inglesa" como ellos me han dicho, jajaja
Now... I have just purchased my round trip ticket to Amsterdam to meet yet another internet friend, the afore mentioned dutch guy who had gone to Canada, who, hell, yeah!, I met on deviantART!
If you've read it all so far... You deserve a fucking prize. What would you like? Hahaha
So now... About art (finally, ay?)
I didn't draw much in England. I didn't feel inspired enough by my atmosphere. I ran and I exercised a lot - that was what I felt inspired to do, but just that. I started awesome drawings that went in my drawers probably not to be finished for another year or so. Sadly.
And here in Spain I've been doing so many scribbles, writing a lot, making crafts, I'm very well inspired by the country and the lifestyle of the family I'm living with, not to mention some of the museums, universities and great names that are associated with Madrid! Hell, how could I not? And I've been feeling a lot... Freer with my lineworks too. I've been drawing with pens all the time and that requires firmer strokes and more precise goals too. I'm happy with what I've been doing...
Also... There's a better guitar in the house than the one I had bought in England (and had to leave at a friend's house cause I had just too many bags to carry around already), so I've been practising more... I'm still shitty at it, but I've been uploading some crap onto my SoundCloud (link at the end), so you can check it out... It's really no big deal... Just me trying to play some covers while dogs bark in the BG and mistakes are made and... There's even me reading a (fine) poem (wtf!?). Yes. You read well.
Fine... See you all... And I won't apologise for the length of this because you only read it if you wanted to, hahaha... But I thank you dearly if you have done so.
(Ouuu, just had a deja vu!!)
I just felt compelled to writing an extended update over my last blog entry...
Hasta luego! Y si eres de Madrid vamos quedarnos por algun sitio!