The Times they Are A-Changing... In this case it's changing from warm and light into cold and dark. It is peculiar how ones mood changes along with the weather. Once again, I find myself in the period of melancholy, thoughtfullness and isolation.

I am isolated... I'm isolated from the life I want to live, isolated from my love, from my friends and sometimes from myself. It can be hard to get to the heart, when the heart wants to be someplace else. But, luckily, I have my art. And all the feelings I posses in the autumn is sometimes like a drug for my art. It loves it! It sucks my sad feelings and spit it down on the paper or through my piano. I love my art, and therefore, I can't help loving these strange, and not quite welcome feelings.