galina

[galina]

🧷 hello 👋🏼 I’m @galina — I’m a bit of an all-rounder, writer, drawer, maker, etc. my work has appeared on houseboats, in print, in galleries, online and on other peoples’ bodies. my art stuff is on @anilag & I’m on instagram as @/essayism

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Love is stored in the water basin at agios georgios overlooking the aegean

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My beach read: The Book of Not, Tsitsi Dangaremba

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Gorgeous beautiful hike to rocks at grammata where sailors carved prayers for free passage into the rocks whilst their boats were anchored in the bay by meltemi winds

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Tiny shell!

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Went away to do absolutely nothing for a week and it was heavenly

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Reference books in the greenhouse at the Cambridge Botanic Garden

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Solstice sunset, biting away from the cherry pip, a huge t-shirt, bead of sweat, the glass of freshly squeezed orange juice you left in the fridge with a note, night bus, finishing my book, making out on the dlr, ravel for piano, windows open

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help am I stupid because I read this highly acclaimed little novel (beautiful cover!) and whilst I enjoyed the ride I had no idea what to make of it, what the heck is going on here

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Public water fountains in Paris making me swoon

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A perfect dappled shadow and an apricot can change your life

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Shopping is a kind of noticing, when not buying, and shops and markets are places made for looking and seeing. Like another shell I obsessed over, but didn't take with me, just enjoyed it whilst I was there

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Balcony is the ultimate between space, love to be in the limbo of outdoors indoors, warm glow of evening on my face, friends calling from inside: do you want another drink out there?

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Went to Paris and got obsessed with decorative municipal details, beauty for the sake of beauty, like this brass shell motif embedded in the cobbles next to the bassin de la villette

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My mam recently gave me a book on Celtic art which she took to her first tattoo appointment for inspiration, I found the artist's tracings and her first ever tattoo care card tucked away in the pages

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maybe I'm being overly nostalgic but I feel like my posting habits have changed a lot & I miss talking to you about stuff. books, mainly. there's been too much life, not enough quiet, not enough time spent thinking. I miss long nights talking to strangers. not sure if anyone even reads this blog anymore or if there are just tens of thousands of ghosts in my inbox but I would like a return to this space where it feels small, safe, calm, warm, if that's possible.

what are you reading? what hurts? what's in your thoughts? what are you noticing? what daydreams do you enter in between? when was your last really good cup of coffee? have you been to the library lately? what's been playing in your headphones? did you see a beautiful bit of light anywhere?

I've been obsessing over memoirs, poems in the second person, short novels, strange phrasing. I'm listening to a lot of ravel, piano mainly. I keep writing about work, working, workplaces. I've noticed a trend of absurdist images in my conversations. I'm trying to be better at replying and listening. I need more time for everything these days

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Bathing in pink