On football and the only World Cup game I have watched this year

‘I often lay awake at night and look back at my life in wonder.

I am married, I have a family and I have changed jobs 5 times, because I wanted to. I feel like I have only moved up.

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On Grete and her half of the story

featuring #HALFTHESTORY

I can’t take it off. I have tried and I’ve tried, but it’s too late now, it is stuck to my face and there’s nothing I can do about it.

It’s not gilded, it does not shine, nor sparkle, nor wow. It is not colourful; although it does have a beige tinge which I quite like.

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Purple and red, apples and pears

featuring APPLES & PEARS

I grew up in a concrete jungle, in a flat at the centre of Bucharest. I learned to love walking to school among blocks of flats, reaching the city centre on foot, marvelling at architectural antitheses. I fell in love with grey. Continue reading “Purple and red, apples and pears”

On being task-oriented

featuring EVOLVE WORK AND LEARNING

‘The first time I saw a city bus I was seventeen years old.

I had met him on messenger. People still ask me how I had the patience. I am a patient person, when I know it is worth it in the end. Task-oriented, that is what they call me.

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Cold coffee and walnut cake… and world sanitation

featuring GATHER, on world sanitation

If you asked my husband the names of my Transylvanian cousins, aunts and uncles, he would struggle to give you the right answer. He would be much better able to tell you which household owned a TV, who had the first refrigerator, the first toilet, or who was the first to have electricity installed.

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The Book in the Bag

featuring INDIAN FUTURES

‘I used to take our cow out to the field every morning after breakfast. Once I was ready, I would take it by the chain, a book in my bag. We stopped at the field next to ours, four kilometres away from our house. It was 1955 or thereabouts. I must have been nine or ten.

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The story behind the image

featuring ACCUMULATE

‘As part of the course, we also visit exhibitions.

I prefer to be hands-on and take pictures, and yet I really enjoyed walking around the galleries and reading the photographers’ biographies as well as the story behind each image. I found myself going home to research some of the artists in the gallery, their photographic style and their own personal story. I could feel passion for photography coming back to me.

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