Innsbruck Hbf is an efficient commuting spot, efficient because you move in almost all directions and ways. Bus, tram, bike, car, train, feet. Bike and feet are subordered among the lanes. It is gray and red and you don’t stay for long, you dont want to stand still, it is not the most inviting place for a pause. A lonely, torn Populus (poplar) and the mountains are the only hints of something else than asphalt and rushed movement.
Some like it green, others prefer blue. Running trough the landscape like a tiger, burning through time. Painting the world for mum. Creating new fantasies and giving them substance. Ordering, collecting, thinking and spreading. Mastering the pen, letting the pen master you. Dreaming, visualising and feeling. Formulating those deepest emotions, creating new ways of thought. But mostly just doing something that looks quite nice, like illustrations, webpages, gift cards, paintings, webgraphics. Maybe even movies, animations, maps and sketches. Creation, creative, creature, custard. Bring it on! View all posts by emelie