Hello. C’est moi back in fourth grade. I know, this is the only reason you’re on this site right now. I understand. And I forgive you. Now go away. If the only reason you’re here is to see what I looked like in fourth grade this site is clearly not for you. Or maybe it is, exactly that kind of thinking could be what I’m looking for in the type of readers I wish I had here. I’m indecisive like that. But I will say, and (hopefully) this is one of the aspects of this website I am capable of being consistent in: you will not find any other picture of me in fourth grade anywhere around here.
As you may have gathered from the short info on the right, my name is Esther. Born 1991 in Heidelberg, lived in Sinsheim, Greenfield Avenue, Parkview Avenue, North York, Bergisch Gladbach and now Moabit, Berlin, currently studying Fine Arts and trying to make a living beyond parental support with miscellaneous graphic design work. Which isn’t working too well. The making a living beyond parental support part, that is. University is swell.
I used to collect stamps but stopped when I realized that it’s stupid. (Give me a a shout if you’re interested in thousands of Canadian Official First Day Cards)
I like to say that I see beauty in everything, most often in the ordinary. Not the other way around. That can be very playful but also extremely serious shit.
Mind you, minor things of importance..
In elementary school I was usually one of the last students left standing on spelling bees. There was one time however when just a friend and I were still at it, when our teacher decided to give us a word to spell that I might not have had any clue of until I was 18 had this not happened. Though it was completely unspectacular – we both didn’t know the word and therefore could not spell it – those five syllables burned themselves into my head. I never saw any reason to use it once I had looked it up, but it always sounded so transcendent to me, not like an actual word but like an abstract something, something that only has a solid, defined form in an unconscious state and turns impalpable as soon as you wake up.
But that’s all I’m going to say now, stop wasting your time here! Shoo! Or go check out the rest of the blog, it’s up to you.
Thanks for stopping by! I appreciate it a ton – even if it doesn’t look like it at times – and would give each and every one of you an enormous hug if I had the chance. Figuratively. Go figure.. and take nothing seriously.
