Friday, April 29, 2016

Slow but steady

The rain was dense and the air so moist, that a few meters walk soaked her clothes almost throughly. She carefully rolled up the improvised cover on the primitive greenhouse and looked under it to see what could already be harvested. The feeling of picking the food one grows, regardless of how simple  a selection it may be, could never be topped by any of the fancy, exotic ingredients that can be found on the shelves of a shop.
Nourishing. Grounding. Liberating.
In the very simplicity of such moments she found new breaths of life...

Sunday, April 24, 2016


I grew up with Pink Floyd playing on tape in my father's car. My mother despised it. I loved it.
The other day he received their latest ('14) album The Endless River from a friend and bewildered and enchanted as I expected him to become, he asked me to just listen to it and see for myself. When I opened the cover and went through the titles, my eyes stopped at the very last one. When I get to know a new record I like to play it through from start to finish, but this time, I just felt the strange internal urge to play the last melody. The entire album is instrumental, except for this last song. I did not know that. As I sat with my eyes closed, the music entered every cell of my body and the lyrics penetrated the deepest of my heart... Isn't it strange, magical would probably be a more suitable word, how answers come from the -seemingly- most random corners of our human experience? I feel like my week was building up to this very moment in time.

Monday, April 18, 2016

Monday vibes

early morning // good food // pretty wares // contrast // momentum // gold details // dreamy moments 

Monday, April 4, 2016

Urban spring

That time of year when magnolias blossom and the grass smells of such a pure green even in the midst of urban pollution, that one can do nothing else but to surrender to the moment and stop, breath in, smile and walk on securely. I walked today. Felt the need to be among people, yet not exactly be with them. It is comforting to regress into solitude. Addictive even. I've always enjoyed it. To most it is a form of refuge, to me it has always been a realm of peace and freedom. And yet, there are days - few, it's true, but there are some days- when being among a crowd of people is essential and healing, and this form of presence offers peace.

I look forward to the first Monday of the month, all through the year. Because it takes me closer to where I very much enjoy being. It takes me to a place I feel at home. It reminds me clearly of a space I dwell in my heart. Steadily.

Sunday, March 27, 2016


A time of change and rebirth... a day to celebrate renewal.
As life unfolds, I feel more and more aware, awakened to and grateful for the depths of God, and in the same time I come to recognize how very often people mystify God. In the beginning it was done to understand that which is unseen, so people began putting faces to stories, sculpting statues, painting icons and murals and have developed theories based on holy scripts in order to share knowledge (and by knowledge I mean exactly that, tangible information, resulting more from understanding and less from faith). We've made a box to hold God, each major group its own, and we drew a religious, dogmatic picture of a distant God who stands above and rules our lives with an insistently strong will.

Today at church service I heard the line "God wants us to...", and it felt like suddenly these words got spoken in a loudspeaker right next to my ears, amplified and so, so very... human.
God does not want us to... God does not want.
In our soul. That is where we will hear what we are invited to do. Each to their own calling. And I truly, truly hope, today more than ever, that we are able to undress tradition and preconceived ideas to seek the God of presence, mercy and love and surrender to this wonderful journey open heartedly.

For many, this time of year bares a sad taste dominated by sacrifice,  suffering and death. To me, it is uplifting. Death is part of life. And does not necessarily mean the end of physical existence. It can also mean the end of so many things that are toxic in our lives to eventually be resurected in freedom by abandoning our external will to surrender to our natural inner flow of love and light.

Happy Easter!

Saturday, March 26, 2016

march studio scenes// confession

Honesty is crucial. Whether we make it, show it, write it down or say it out loud, it is essential to dwell in a place of honesty in order to be the truest version of ourselves. And truth may not always be pretty. Or happy. Or even balanced. But transitioning through a heap of different emotions brought forward over the course of various stages in our lives it is essential to embrace it all with honesty, and observe it, rather than becoming an active participant.

A couple of weeks ago, I met up with my best friend for lunch. We were strolling the streets aimlessly, chatting time away. We have the gift of bouncing between silly and deep subjects seamlessly, so no discussion has ever become awkward for us. She is my person. Out of nowhere, in the middle of a random conversation I looked at her and said "I am not sure, if this is really what I want to continue on doing!", to which came the rather predictable answer of any best friend in the world: "Are you entirely out of your senses?". She is one of the few amazing blessings in my life who always supported me at my best as well as at my worst, without feeling the urge to drown me in caring advice, because she knows better, and most of all because she knows me better than that!

It was not a thought that I had premeditated. It was just a thought. A whisper that suddenly appeared and hurtled into air making a sound. I am not even sure what it means. What it refers to.

I have been witnessing a change to my workdays for a quite a while now. And when I open up the door of my kiln, I just stand and unload. I don't jump. And I don't dance. I used to. Exultantly. My work is still honest, though. It tells the story. My story. It projects feelings, highs, lows and the in-between. And the beauty of it all is, my truth changes and I am very grateful for having a form of expression through which I can therapeutically document it all. At times loud and clear, at other times more silently, absently even.

For now I have been guided to ground myself, both internally as well as externally, by digging my hands deep into a different, more forgiving clay body. The type that allows for a lot of maneuvering, twisting, turning, pinching, building. What will become of it, I do not yet know. But it feels right. And true. And real.
It is so easy to rely on our past convictions, returning always to some box of knowledge filled with what we've learned, experienced and gathered. But in an internal world (a spiritual world), which is continuously changing, evolving and progressing on its own special journey, feeling the need to move forward is inevitable and surrendering to the unknown becomes the only possible path to wander.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Open your heart

I don't claim to know much, but there is one thing I know to be true.
Responding to negative actions with hatred has one possible outcome: even more hatred. This very simple truth has been recognized in the world probably eversince it exists, and yet most of the time we are still unable to encrypt it into our hearts.

The purpose of terrorism is not killing people. Mass-killing is a tool, as well as generating a very high level of fear, but it is not the purpose. These terrible acts of violence crave our response. They stir up the entire population of the world, and live on through our general persisting reaction to them. They aim for our feedback, and the more mediatised these events are, the better they seem to hold everyone in a fear-based world. What better (and more radical) political tool then that is there? Not fair-play, but hey, it's politics after all.

All this is, of course, not to say, that we should stay passive and ignorant. How could we? It is our nature to react, and that is exactly what should be done. But instead of feeding a state of despair, which shortly closes us up in frustration and leads to becoming bitter, hateful, distrustful and incapable of real compassion and love, the only way we can contribute to a positive change is, by opening our heart and showing compassion through prayer and positive vibrations.

Shock and grieving are part of this process. These initial emotions point to you actually having a heart. It's a good thing, allow yourself to be shuddered. Acknowledge your fear, it's there. But walk past it. And open your heart in prayer or meditation (whichever silence resonates with you more, you do that). Please remember, always: love is the one reaction you can have, through which you can actually change anything in this world close to you, as well as far away. Open your loving heart! Compassion is not in your Belgian-flag profile picture on Facebook. Compassion is in your heart. Search for it within you!

Later UPDATE***

Y'all might want to read this article here. Kai is a peace worker; he was running PATRIR for years, and is now the director of Department of Peace Operation. He has a clear vision and an open heart, revealing reality in a couple of paragraphs.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016


If you've been following me along here on this space, as well as on my facebook page and elsewhere, you have probably heard me say a number of times how important functionality is to me, with regard to the vessels I make (and with pretty much everything, in general). When a one of a kind hand-built dish is born and completed, I like to close my eyes, and imagine some of the uses the future owner may find for it. I believe that it is very important to be able to use that which you own. Completing your everyday life with heartfelt objects that brighten up your mealtime, coffee-break or random moments is in the end the purpose of my work. If Jasmin Blanc tableware had feelings (and in a certain sense they do...), they would sure as hell be very sad to sit in a cupboard or pantry behind closed doors, waiting nostalgically on their turn to come at Christmas time. That is a very lonely life, that I hope my pieces will never have to experience!

So I would really like to encourage you to use them, combine them with your vintage china, your glassware, style them, mix&match them, do what you've got to do to incorporate them in the general aesthetic of your home! I'd love for you to share photos with me on how you style your Jasmin Blanc ceramics, so don't be shy, share, folks, share! You guys tend to take photos all the time, so push that share/send button. See you on Facebook or Instagram. Can't wait!

Monday, March 14, 2016

Fur-ever friends

It has been two years since this gentle soul stepped into my life. And exactly on this very day, two years ago, I could finally see the end of the tunnel, and the beginning of her new life; and though I didn't know that at the time, it was a new beginning also for me...
She is my pet person, bless her wild and stubborn, gentle and cheerful soul! She loves her freedom. And I know how that feels...

You can read about part of her story here and here.

We (well, I) sort of developed this habit of taking our annual photo together to mark her day, but this year the studio gang was very keen on stealing Zsemi's thunder and happily sabotaged our photo shoot. I suspect it was due to the delightful smell of doggy treats in my hands.

Sunday, March 13, 2016


The first person I ever lost was my grandfather, the father of my mother.
We say we lose them, like they could turn up in the next moment. It took me years to pronounce the words, that three of my grandparents are dead. Instead I used the words, they moved away to the angels.

Today someone very dear to me said goodbye to someone very dear to her.
I used to wonder what can be said in these times, that would truly mean anything; words, which are more than what people say in these cases; words, which offer comfort, hope and love.

But such words in the very moment of utter numbness do not exist.
The only thing that can be offered in between the silence that hurts and the silence that heals is presence.

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Arms of a woman

I am at ease in the arms of a woman.
Although now,
most of my days i spend alone.
A thousand miles,
from the place i was born.
But when she wakes me,
she takes me back home.

Now, most days,
i spend like a child.
Who's afraid of ghosts in my mind.
I know, there ain't nothing out there.
I'm still afraid to turn on the lights.

I am at ease in the arms of a woman.
Although now,
most of my days a i spend alone.
A thousand miles,
the place i was born.
When she wakes me,
she takes me back home.

A thousand miles,
the place i was born.
When she wakes me,
she takes me back home.

I am at ease in the arms of a woman.
Although now,
most of my days i spend alone.
A thousand miles,
from the place i was born.
When she wakes me,
she takes me..
Ya, when she wakes me,
she takes me back home.
When she wakes me,
she takes me back home.

Arms of a woman // Amos Lee

Once March arrives, even the smallest corners of the city get filled up with flowers, you can smell hyacinth in your sleep... Romania seems to celebrate its women quite ceremoniously, and had created a whole marketing strategy around this event. It is little like Christmas in this sense. But at least it doesn't promote weight gain, because it is more about flowers and less about chocolate (not that I have anything against chocolate). Aggressive publicity and consumerism aside, I like March, and I very much enjoy the gesture of celebrating women. Because without an occasion most people seldom do. And while I very much like receiving flowers, I am not referring to men paying more attention to women (because let's be honest, if they wait for 8th March to be forced reminded to grab a fancy bouquet, and that's pretty much all the attention they can give, get the picture). I am referring to women paying more attention to other women, and most of all to themselves. If you need a man to notice you in order to feel loved, then you might want to look into that matter. Relationships are a very wonderful, yet tricky thing. And I am probably the last person you want to ask about them, because I will say all the things you do not want to hear.

But I won't go into all the things you should stop doing, because this is a happy day! I will tell you some of those, which you should do. Or at least think about them. And the question it all comes down to is for the women among you today.

Can you stand in front of a mirror as tall as you are, look to your reflection, and say firmly with a calm affirmative heart, that you love yourself? In my experience most women, when I ask them this will pop in revolt, and rebelliously reply with a question like "how can you even ask something like that, of course I don't; that would be incredibly narcissistic and egocentric of me". I am continuously astounded by the frequency of this type of response. Most women could only conceive such a distorted meaning of love toward themselves, yet they can love almost unconditionally, care beyond imagination even after having been countlessly disappointed, deceived, disillusioned and hurt. Women possess this magic ability to cry with one eye and smile with the other and still radiate with love. Just think of your mother, she will most likely be the best example of a woman with such superpower. And yet, when they are asked if they love themselves, they cannot state a confident yes. Because loving yourself is not bound to a condition. You cannot love yourself today, because you just came from the hair salon and because you have lost 5 kilos after the diet plan you've been on for the last couple of months. Loving yourself refers also to the harder times, the messy periods, the chubby-tummy-times, the cried-out-eyes-nights and the times when it truly takes energy and courage to show up for yourself. It incorporates all of that, in sickness and in health...

Love is misunderstood so incredibly many times, I find...
The notion of acceptance is much better received in this context. But you don't accept yourself. You accept the deputy that has been elected to Parliament, as you cannot change much about that (well you could, but no one cares enough to even try). You accept something that is beyond your power to alter. But you do not accept yourself.
Self love is often carelessly identified with narcissism. Which is in fact praising the self for its most astonishing (often fictional) characteristics to the extent of egoism and the development of a distinguished sense of superiority.
But love has absolutely nothing to do with either of these, dearest ones.
Establishing a healthy relationship with yourself, standing grounded in front of that 2 meters high mirror and truly confess "I love you" is the gate that will open your heart to your new world.
A world in which no other human being is needed in order for you to feel whole.
A world in which no circumstance needs to be perfect in order for you to feel blessed.
A world in which you can truly be grateful for everyone and everything that has been a part of your journey, even if only for a short while.
A world, in which YOU are enough. And you start to undress all those fears that society and your environment had raised you up in.

That is not to say, that there is no room for improvement. When there will be none, we will most likely cease to exist... But loving yourself for better and for worse, is the inducer of true change, to become the next best version of yourself, and then the next one, keeping the continuous desire to liberate your soul into creating the kindest, truest and most grateful you.

Monday, March 7, 2016


Here I came to the very edge,
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.

It is born // by Pablo Neruda

I can depict my soul in these whispers so clearly this morning.
As the cool young wind shook my PJs, while I was hanging fresh lavender scented clothes on the dryer out on the balcony, I closed my eyes to embrace its immense joy.

The empowering rhythm of beginnings.
To a fresh morning.
To set this week free!