Stars on the ceiling and other snowflakes.

I'm back to my shadowy room with all my small notes and pictures. It was raining while I was making my way on the train and the nature had all those beautiful sad autumn colours and bare arms of the trees and empty spaces. I really needed this Riiga holiday, seeing my Mum, who is actually amazing, no matter what I get to think sometimes, she's so intelligent and knows everything and sometimes stuff she knows and understand brings my mind to some kind of upheaval, overheating and fall, then rebirth and restructuring later, and Nikki and then Dad for a short while. I was losing my ways in a way and got some kind of mental recharging. Life there was so busy, kinda different from the busy-ness I have here, so full of words, shades and small beautiful happenings like tender snowing and LMA students's show and its spirit of inspiring and introverturous creativity and ideas. Like everything happening is closed from the outside and has its mysteries inside to go and find them. Everything is structured and moving and interesting to get into. And I saw a lot of beautiufl advertising, still and moving image.
And therefore I have been having a lot of these night visions of mine - when I can't fall asleep and when I close my eyes I see really engaging and different and often beautiful images and ideas and places, castles, eerie creatures and other stuff I try to sketch down in the dark.