04/06/2026
I spent ten years measuring time in human hours. A project manager in IT. Every minute was accounted for.
Then emigration. Then everything stopped. For the first time in years, I had nowhere to rush. I took out a sketchbook. I drew a flower growing along the road. I’d passed these flowers my whole life, but it was as if I’d never truly seen them.
Jenny Odell calls it «stepping off the assembly line.» I didn’t choose to step off. I was pushed.
That flower became a sculpture. Then another. Then 12. Now I’m working on 30. Not because 30 is a round number, but because 30 flowers in a room change the atmosphere of that room. And I want to see what happens when people walk through them.