make bad art

photos etc

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Plentzia beach

As I was struggling with the sand blown into my face by the wind, and performing a full scrub of my legs rather than applying sunscreen, a random guy started chatting to me from his towel. I am so glad my instinct to ignore men I don't know didn't kick in, because this man revealed himself to be a lovely travel companion. We found out we were both going to visit the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao the following day, so I proposed we go together.

Truly, successfully chatting with strangers is one of my favourite things in this life.

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cool pool

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Tarta basca

This cake is like a cooked cheesecake with no base. It is very filling (I left the last piece for my friend). I can't say it's my favourite food from the Basque country, but it's nice to try. It's one of those foods that's interesting at first, but the more you eat it, the worse your memory of it will be, because the taste and texture are rather repetitive (personal preference though).

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Fiestas en pink

I loved the fiestas culture of Spain. The music in this spot was extremely loud. Three speakers were competing against each other, including a live performance. The people that were supposed to prepare my food spent half their time greeting friends. It felt lovely. I didn't mind the wait (my friends might have, oops).

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Junk journal page 2

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Sand circles

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San Sebastian beach

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Metros are my favourite thing

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Trash journal page 1

While I was travelling in Bilbao, I started a junk journal as a commitment to creating more without the need to aim for a specific goal. Modern society turns the process of making things into a form of capital, but I enjoy making things because that's what I do. I don't need it to be recognised by people other than myself and my loved ones. I recommend it for any perfectionists out there. The idea is to put any trash you get during the day (receipts, handouts, used packets of sugar, napkins, brochures) and randomly glue them on. I specifically focus on deleting any rule my brain might make about this journal. For example, I actively ignore the impulse to organise the pages by date. If I feel like mixing objects from different days, I do. I feel like the hardest thing about making art is contradicting your inner toddler that wants to categorise everything.

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beating perfectionism with a quick pick of my first ever aragostine

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Words for when I get round to creating a new language

Zasp

Sant

Cluc

Istac

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Honey bee bus

Line dances -

Lines the colours of

Spring fields in bloom.

Feeding off its line,

The bus buzzes

The pink route squashed under the weight.

The moves

Of a wandering bee

Pressing onto the petals -

The pedals queens of the dance.

Order

And freedom

The bus eats and spits out humans

And everyone moves.

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won’t you celebrate with me by Lucille Clifton

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Men will turn you into a man.

Shield yourself from this

for they have the bad habit of overflowing

and taking as they go.

Men are one-one-one creatures.

Men don't feel the Universe vibrating in their bellies.

Men love and make blindly,

they cannot hear Its rumble under the streets.

They are free

they are tied

to this plane.

I used to want free,

but I'd rather be with You.

Take my stomach;

tie me to the Sky's ceiling again.