Mirleanda

Important update concerning my life: After 4 years of waiting I finally got the chance to study medicine... so, yay.. no more working in that discount shop (which was fun btw.- since everyone was nice). For me- that meant leaving my people in Berlin and moving to this small town in middle Germany. Well, it's actually quite lovely here. Lots of old houses, a castle, hills and forrests everywhere. And there are cats running around in the street. After two weeks I'm slowly getting used to this place. But actually in two hours I'll be sitting in a train, back to Berlin. I'm looking forward to it.

and it took me years to realise this. I know why: making a picture means also making a statement and I'm still far too scared to show what I really want to show. I remember that when I was in primary  school or even kindergarten I had drawn this picture of a skeleton and next to him this woman, holding hands and my best friend's mother would say: "Oh how nice, they're dancing." I'd say something along like: "Yeah... dancing." Truth is, I thought that the skeleton was kidnapping the woman. He came back from the grave. But I could never really tell people the truth about these scary pics. I was always afraid they'd think of me as a crazy c