Posted in scribble on October 1, 2011 by riart

When I was a little feminist I went on a Zilpha Keatley Snyder binge, reading about 4-5-6 of her children’s books in a row. Her tomboyish girl characters are living out their colorful fantasy worlds in tree houses, caves, forest huts and abandoned tenement buildings. I’ve wanted my own hide-out ever since, but whatever I found was occupied by homeless people or teenagers smoking pot.

Point is that I’m moving into my hide-out apartment very soon, which is an island on top of the city, clouds, rooftops, inspiration, as much as is available in Budapest.

Let’s see what happens there.

Posted in scribble on June 30, 2011 by riart

5 pm, 4 floors down

Posted in scribble on June 27, 2011 by riart

Fishbraids and 5 k and feeding my musical fetish. day well done.

Posted in scribble on June 25, 2011 by riart

On becoming a unicorn

Posted in scribble on June 20, 2011 by riart

I have something on my forehead. I think it is a pimple. Or I am about to grow a horn. Yes, let’s say I am turning into a unicorn.

But even a slight lapse in concentration would have severe consequences if I were a unicorn.

You can decide what the below image illustrates.

But it was definitely not on purpose.

Gaudeamus igitur

Posted in scribble on June 15, 2011 by riart

One of my little cousins graduated today from eight grade. This is quite a braintwister, as I am pretty sure she was just born.

Hotel in Szeged

Posted in scribble on March 21, 2011 by riart

While my one-night roommate visited the complimentary sauna, I stayed behind with the BBC on, figuring out who was bombing whom. Also, I did not have a swimsuit with me.