Whole days spent  archiving, drawing, sorting, and again rearranging.

The hypnotic bad weather, which magnifies the sense of hearing.

The sun and the crisp air which awaken stores of energy…and you never get tired of doing.

Producing without getting gloomy, always loving what you do.

The good mood and a sense of peace during a sailing.

Rocking in a quiet bay.

The routine of a known port.

Anxiety about breakage which you try to repair with despair.

The disbelief that I’ve actually made it.

Pedaling to find a bit of land to see.

Cutting, coloring, dyeing, sewing, waxing, knotting.

The satisfaction of seeing our bags change boats.

Our floating laboratory? Our search for happiness.