I am finally back. The competition book and its rather fancy schmancy box are all finished. The above strip of leather is a part of the box in the making. "Yes. One day it will happen." To me that quote sums up the entire book. Yann Andrea Steiner is somehow a book of inevitable things, of waiting, of knowing, it's all very complicated. You can read a (long!) excerpt here.
My new place is going through a façade repair and just this morning they decided to cover up my windows with boards. My lovely beautiful bright new place (its bathroom has been described as so ugly that it's awesome, but to be honest, it's simply just as beige as anything can get, only with added black currant vines on the tiles) was turned into a dark cave at once and I have no idea how am I going to take proper photos for you before I send everything away across the seas.
Saima is hanging on the wall. The rest is still a little mess. Just like me, all bruised from assembling the furniture and unpacking, with a bump on my forehead from an unlucky meeting with my terribly inappropriately placed leather paring machine, which also involved flying cups and bowls and one loose kitchen cupboard shelf. It has been very eventful here. How about there where you are right now?