I don't make resolutions at the beginning of the year, I don't even feel the need to celebrate the new year, or the end of the "old" one. It's a bit the same with my birthday, time passes, one day at a time.
*inspired by Edouard Leve, Autoportrait 
In 2019, for a short period ot time, I thought I only had a few months to live. I am still here, but everything has changed.
*inspired by Autoportrait, from Edouard Levé, found at the book fair in Nelson in 2020.
TWM and I travel together (when there is no pandemic) but we remember different things. As far as I'm concerned, my memories seem amplified by photos: I remember where I was when I took them, I remember my state of mind, the temperature, the smells, while I systematically forget the airport details. It turns out that taking pictures gives me a lot of pleasure, but I don't know why.
* inspired by "Self-portrait" by Edouard Levé 
I love water in every shape or forms: streams, rivers, lakes, ponds (water lilies), the sea, the shore, the beach, the rocks by the water, the sound of running water. I like to take baths (but no bath in Nelson), showers (very hot), I like to go to the pool, to the spa. I wish I could surf, but I will never go in a submarine, nor will I scuba dive.
I got lost in Mojaca, a small village in Spain. It happened again in Chefchaouen, in Morocco. My dreams intrigue me, but I don't understand them. I like to go to half-empty restaurants. Street entertainers make me sad. I prefer chamber music to symphonies.