Sophie

Sophie

Only When I Stop

Ink sketch little boy study

It’s been three months now. Every Tuesday, between 6pm and 7.30pm, the world stops speeding. Even time seems to hold its breath. My Chinese painting teacher is not tall. His studio space is large. But the whole space is filled…

If only I could write

Hand writing on a journal

I’m sitting in front of Deborah, my psychologist. To steer the conversation away from the heavy stuff, I tell her about my Creative Writing course. “Oh wow, that’s great Sophie, you sound happy about it?” she responds. “Yeah, no—it’s great. I love…

From the source

From the Source

What water are you right now, she asks?It is our prompt — to begin our reflection, our journey toward understanding our creative self. Where we are on that journey. It takes me a few minutes. I need to feel the water.And…

The Box

Art Sculpture - from Chateau d'Oiron France

I’m filling out an application for funding. The questions are straightforward enough. Maybe too straight forward. They pull me somewhere else. A tendency of mine. I redo the world before answering what would seem rather simple questions. So here I am.…

The red socks

little girl with red socks looking sad and hurt

I’m sitting on the bus, head leaning against the window. I have a good 30 minutes to kill. The sky is grey. It’s got that low ceiling that somehow prevents you from reaching happy thoughts—like only a direct line to…

The one that Protects

image tree Joana Vasconcelos

He closes the door quietly, his hand lingering on the doorknob for one slow breath before he turns around.His work is done here. Nothing more to do. He said what he had to say. He planted the seeds. All he…

In my head

image of Malta Society of Art door to evoque to entertwined thoughts in the mind

There are so many things dancing around my head, everyday. At different moments. I can stay with them for a long time. They take me from one thought to the other. I enter a world of thoughts. A world of…

A Transition

breathing program practice with sophie

When she paints, she sometimes reaches a place of bliss. A place where time flies. She did not learn what making art is. She just learned to make the time to paint. You take a pretty picture and you paint.…