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In my room, constant visitors,
Self-pity, wanting to take me away to a place where it gets better,
Offered me a warming blanket.
How often did I want to give in to you,
How often did I do it?!
Fear and uncertainty, my constant companions, my friends,
They came and went, greeted each other and said their goodbyes.
They said goodbye,
See you soon.
In my room, a blue sofa and a wooden table. A silent piano.
A safe space, yet never solitary.
A crystal hourglass and melted candles.
In my room, unique inhabitants
Inspiration, longing to take me to a place that's not an escape,
Offered me a stalwart anchor.
How often have you saved me from the visitors?
That's what fulfilling work can do.
In my case, it saved me from completely giving in to self-pity.
Trapped in my apartment, my work was one of the few bright spots.
It forgave me when I wasn't feeling my best,
without demanding a major apology,
and it caught me every time I was about to fall.
And it continues to do so.
terra vis was born during that time.
Since I couldn't go out to find inspiration, I looked around my room and simply found it there.
I collect special pieces, things that I simply enjoy looking at.
Their material value doesn't matter,
it’s their unique beauty that makes them special.
In my project terra vis, I dedicate myself to these small things.
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