Sweden, Romania, Mexico, Costa Rica, Panama, Cuba, UK, India, Nepal, Oman, Maldives, Jordan, Israel and US.
47 is the number of the beds I slept in, this year. 46 as a full time nomad. And if you count all the overnight flights…
Why the beds? I am not really sure how photographing them started and what made me continue but they are fascinating. What is actually fascinating is the way we are when presented with one. So ready to be exposed and kind, whether it is with our own needy self or someone else joining the comfort zone. I don’t think there is any other spot where we are this ok with being scared, vulnerable, naked, exhausted, loved, cuddled, spoiled, happy, sad or protected. I cannot count the amount of smiles, dreams, work, sleep, staring, reading, love making, eating, drinking, movie watching and crying, that happened in my temporary beds.
The good old chameleonic bed is flexible like that. Accepts you naked, dressed, sick, healthy, with or without makeup, alone, together with someone, together with more than one… I am just teasing you. 🙂
Point is that these beds have seen and touched all my angles and curves and are a constant reminder of all the feelings and emotions I had during my adventures this year, of the fact that I lived my life exactly as I wanted, that I was not afraid to dare, experiment, adventure, risk and erase all labels, despite various fragilities. I was not afraid of being alone. Being with no one else but myself or entirely with someone else, proved to be the best gamble I ever made. I gave up comfort and got plenty of aches. Plenty. But there was, however, one organ truly benefiting from all this – my heart.
There is really no better time than the end of the year, to remember that dreams do come true. That awesome people do exist. That support comes to those who deserve it, that love is true and soul mates (plural) exist. That the whole world is full of yous and there is no such thing as alone. Alone is a confused state of mind, a self imposed status and terrible misconception. People come and go, the right ones stay as much as they can, even our own core mutates and becomes dozens of different individuals. We cannot get angry at people for going away, for not doing what we want, for not being what we have imagined. We cannot invest all ourselves in building imaginary futures with imaginary feelings, located nowhere. Change is the only constant and your best bet is to be the best version of yourself. Now.
So, allow love to flow freely. Be surrounded by it and surround with. Allow love to be a status quo, not a consequence of right circumstances or situations. Understand the blessing of the present moment and be aware of its transitory nature.
If you need inspiration, see the whole world doing exactly the same – reach out, give a hand, care, help, make a mess, fix and remake it. There is no such thing as alone, in a world with 7 plus billion people wanting and needing the exact same thing. I can testify for this after a few miles of hopping on different continents with different habits, traditions, religions and behaviours.
This is my New Year Resolution. To build and decorate a “home”, located “everywhere” and inhabited by “everyone”, where I can always go back or forth to. Where there is always room for kindred spirits. Where it is safe and where there are no judgements or preconceptions. Where we breathe love and laughs. Where no one is afraid. And as much as I would like to take credit for all my architectural project, I have to confess that I am the luckiest kid in the world for having friends, family and partners in crime, willing to give a hand and extend this wall-less home in all cardinal points. This way, we will make sure that no one gets lost and no one ever feels alone, again.
Cheesy Happy Darn Awesome New Year to everyone I know and their lovely beds!