#learningfromscratch

[yellowmanula]

I have the feeling that my former self has somehow disappeared. Explosiveness and impulsiveness are still part of my character, but I have learned to transform them into a kind of southern temperament 💃

I apologize for many years of online fighting on Facebook. When a person carries so many conflicting emotions inside, while at the same time functioning in an objectively unstable and difficult economic situation, struggle becomes the only possible (anti)modus vivendi.

I still do not know what a stable sense of agency really is. I feel like a small child who is learning manual skills, movement, and an upright posture from scratch.

I am learning how to think rationally, feel in a harmonious way, and live freely, starting from the very basics.

I have a deep conviction that the future will bring very interesting cultural practices, including my own, after Jamalek, my greatest love.

On a daily basis, I have a good person by my side, someone who has helped me believe in myself ☺️

[entrederivas]

1º

Inspired by the Women's World Cup last year, I decided to spend my Christmas break learning Spanish with a teacher I found online. I wanted to delve deeper into what this language and culture meant to me, and how they would become part of my life. This was a decision I was willing to turn into a long-term commitment. At this point, I knew three things: 1) basic Spanish greetings, phrases, and numbers, 2) "usted" is formal, and 3) I couldn't pronounce the rolling "r."

When I met my Spanish teacher for the first time, I was excited and nervous. I was... jelly, quivering in anticipation and uncertainty. Looking at her through the screen, I didn't know how to start the conversation... or the lesson... or anything. Was I expected to speak in Spanish now? Should I speak in English and hope she understood? My heart raced as I scrambled to form sentences with the minuscule amount of Spanish I remembered from college.

She smiled at me and began speaking in Spanish, her words flowing in a clear rhythm, yet the sounds were unintelligible to me, much like the post-match interviews I watched during the World Cup. Sheepishly, I responded in English, and she would occasionally smile and reply in English to clarify and explain what had just been said. My jelly-like state evolved into melting jelly, losing shape and coherence under the pressure of this first lesson. I felt like I was slowly melting into a puddle of English words, struggling to maintain my composure and keep up with the grammar. The lesson ended after 50 minutes. At this point, I had learned three things: 1) I actually don't know basic Spanish greetings, phrases, and numbers, 2) in Spain, they don't use "usted" in regular conversations, and 3) the rolling "r" isn't the only Spanish sound I don't know how to pronounce. I realized I had a long way to go with the language. But this was only the first lesson. I had six more in the coming weeks.

[alialorae]

My first attempts at T-shirt screen printing. Still a ways to go. #screenprinting #tshirtdesign #originalartwork #art #graphictees #learningfromscratch