Swedish design... and a bit of Mx

I love light, that's for sure. And I'm in love with design, nobody can deny we have been having an affair for quite a time, though I wouldn't say I'm meeting with lighting design as often as I want, I'm having my romantic escapades with design in general, architecture, interior, graphic, everything has become such a mix in my head lately... I think I'm finally getting to know a bit of it.
What's the problem? None. Then, what's my problem? Besides the lost and search of my identity and the whirpool of things that have to be organised in my head, I've been drifting away from Scandinavian design, specially Swedish design, and I find that a bit troubling as I fall in love with Stockholm while living in there. I even feel it as home outside home. Oh! I wish I could be back... maybe I'll apply for a lighting design position when I finish whatever I have to do in here.

I remember a store I loved, besides the Moderna museet and Fotografiska's shops, IKEA (obviously) and a couple of stores I found by chance, I loved DesignTorget. Today I'm going over the online store looking at all the new stuff they have and longing for the things I didn't bought when I could (like a phone), and I'm again fallin gin love with the simplicity and beauty of Scandinavian design. I wish I could design something like that, but I know I can't.

Many years ago, when I did my architecture thesis, I stated that Imagination is like a box where you keep all the images you collect during your life, and being from Mexico city, the images I've collected during my life and the way I see the world are quite different from a Swedish girl who's lived in Stockholm most of her life. They grew up with snow, and darkness, and learning to be punctual. I grew up surrounded by flowers and traffic jam, and a sun that would never abandon us for long, and about punctuality... well... there will always pass another bus, or another train, or you can always take a taxi, and people tell you things begin half an hour before. 

During these four years, I've been embracing mexican design and those things that make us unique, but I've forgotten a bit Swedish design, and that je ne sais qua that makes them unique as well, and highly recognizable as Scanndinavian design. 

Here are some objects from DesignTorget and some from Arta Ceramica (Mexico), so you can contrast and compare (as in school). Hope you like them, and, just to close this entrance, I haven't designed any kind of object, not Mexican nor Scandinavian influence, but I hope life takes me into that path soon. 






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A new lighting adventure

I'm totally into light. That's a fact I repeat in almost every entry, but I've been out of the lighting world for so long, it seems ages. It's been more than a year since I went back to Sweden to present my thesis, and met my friends that were totally into light like me, and it's almost a year since I stopped working because I hated here money was the important thing, not new ideas, nor lighting queality, but complete business.

Anyways, it's been ages since I felt into the light world, because reading about it is not the same as being totally immerse. Reading about it is as walking in the beach, making your ankles wet, you enojy it, and it's fine, but it's a greater sensation to get into the sea with a friend a play in the waves.

I might get in the sea tomorrow, and for a whole week.

Tomorrow begins a workshop in a city near mine, and then some conferences will follow. I'm not so sure about the workshop. I compare it to the Alingsas workshop I went to when I was in Sweden and... just by the organisation, and how I felt before, well... not the same at all. I think it was because in Alingsas I expected nothing, and all of us were totally enthusiastic about it, we got the last places, and even found a cute cabin for spending the night as no room in the hostel was available and the hotel... I don't remember if it had room, but it was really expensive... and we were 5, 4 in the little cabin and a fifth friend who booked long before us. (He was into light long before us). Right now everything is different. I am in a hotel reccommended by the workshop, which is not what I expected at all, and it flood with fluorescent cool light that makes me feel kind of strange, kind of with a headache, I know almost nobody, I came by bus, and I know one of the organisers and one of the head designers... and just by the fact that I'll be in a workshop or in conferences, makes me miss my lighting friends so much... but nobody will be in here, everyone will be in Europe, Asia, or US, and I totally understand that. I'm looking forward for the PLDC in Copenhaghen next year.

Talking about PLDC, PLDA was the one who sponsored me the workshop, so thanks to them, I'll be writing you about it, (and also thanks to my parents).It is called Queretaluz, it takes places in Querétaro, a city near my city, (Mexico city), and it is beginning tomorrow.

I'm excited, and scared at the same time. Hope everything goes wonderful, regardless all the but's I have.

So... I'll be writting tomorrow, if I'm not too tired, and post some pics. (This reminds me, I have to put my camera in a pocket).


To fight or not to fight

I feel I'm being repetitive right now. But things have been happening lately that make me wonder. To fight or not to fight, to be or not to be. Maybe I should read Hamlet again to see how everything is solved, though if my memory is not that bad, it's not a happy ending.
It's been too long, but really too long since my last formal job. I have a bit of money, but by November I'll have no money at all. I believe in dreams, and wishes, and hopes, and doing everything for life improvement and fighting for that you think is fair, or you really, really want, never for money, but now I realise money is remarkably important.

I feel filthy just to think about selling my dreams in order to eat, buy stuff, go out, travel or see friends... but I also feell as a parasite at my parent's letting them support me. Everyone tells me not to worry, everyone tells me something will come, everyone tells me things will be ok, but at the same time, i just see I have no money and I don't want to be someone drawing in front of a computer all day long, and it seems i'll have to be.

Today a friend told me to work as an assistant for an old lady who is moving.

Today I found this phrase that moved me in Swissmiss: “You are responsible for the things you help put in the world. If you do not think something should exist in the world, do not participate in it.”

- Mike Monteiro

I don't know what to do. I think I'll begin looking for something in November, but what to do until then? How to pay the expenses in the workshop? What to do? 

Oh, btw, I was fired from a virtual magazine in which I wrote for free, which is completely strange as it's the second place in which I see asskissers are prefferred to people who deliver. When I said bye to some, a guy, which is still in the FB group (I was erased before they told me not to write anymore), told me he thought he was out of the group as well because he hasn't written nor gone to the group in months. Which is fascinating, because I could see he was still a member though he abandoned everything long, long ago. 

So... shall I keep on fighting against myself, or against everyone else?