Ode to All Lost Things

(c) The Lost Thing – Illustration by Shaun Tan (from the picture book with the same title written by Shaun Tan)

Where do all lost things go?
Is there a special Universe for them?

An elegant corner
A lost and found box
Hidden from our sight
The keys you misplaced this morning
While in a hurry on your way to work
That notebook with all your best sketches
All the breadcrumbs you never ate
The nights you were out and drinking
Befriending the dawn
The breakfast you skipped so you could
Sleep for ten more minutes
A loss of appetite after a fight
The millions of cells that die in us every other minute
The hair loss we have to deal with on a daily basis
The missing bus that reminds you how poor you are
That train you were about to take from platform 5
Never coming back…

To that earring you loved so much
Now lying in solitude on the floor somewhere
To the broken jar
The smashed vase
To the pieces that cannot be reassembled
To the teacup that shattered
Turned to bits
All forgotten and devoured
In the kitchen of lost things
An entire cupboard of loss
Accompanied by spilt salt and milk
Losing your train of thought in the middle of a speech
To lost empires and fortunes
Lost a prize, the gold medal
Losing a bet with your friend
To all those times you lost your temper
And never apologized for it

To lose your chance at saying goodbye to your dying cat – that is cruel and undeserved
To all the lost grandmas and grandpas
And all the love letters
Sent and misplaced
Forgotten, suspended in time
To all the choices we’ve never made
To all the lost babies
Who have grown up and are no longer babies
To all the miscarriages
To the loss that forever aches
Night and day, day and night
A loss so grave no one can deny

There’s no loss like human loss

Losing your best friend to the world
In your darkest hour
Losing all your senses
Losing your virginity
To the one you love
Losing portions of you
Standing unrecognizable in the mirror
The flesh is still yours, but everything else isn’t
The loss of what you cherish the most
Where does it all go?
The hug that brought together multiverses
The gaze of love
The loss of a chance at forgiveness
Losing all meaning
Losing faith
Losing your childhood dream
Your dearest memory
Losing sight of that which matters
Losing the now in the tumult of life
Losing your life over a death sentence

Where do all lost things go?
Is there a special Universe for them?

We search and search
Because no speck of hope is ever lost.

Melting Snow

(c) freedom writer

Painting inspired by Leonid Afremov’s Beginning of Spring. You can see the original painting here.

Oil painting. Also, I painted this one with a teaspoon. First time I ever painted with a teaspoon was because I had no palette knives (still don’t) and felt the need to improvise. I was pleasantly surprised by the result.

Proust Questionnaire


What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Artistic expression.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Being alive.

What is your greatest fear?
Failure (and cockroaches). One stronger than the other.

What historical figure do you most identify with?
Emma Goldman.

Which living person do you most admire?
The artist.

Who are your heroes in real life?
The outcasts.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
Long live the mask.

What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Politicians. The worst kind (of politicians).

What is your favorite journey?
The road to awe.

What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Being outgoing.

Which word or phrases do you most overuse?

What is your greatest regret?
I stopped.

What is your current state of mind?
Into creating mode (and more).

If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be?
Place of birth.

What is your most treasured possession?
Language. And a book.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Staying in that low depth of misery.

Where would you like to live?
In space.

What is your favorite occupation?
Breaking into song in the middle of the day.

What are the qualities you most like in a man?
Cleverness and kindness.

What are the qualities you most like in a woman?
Cleverness and kindness.

How would you like to die?
Enthralled by the joy of having lived.

What is your motto?
Question(naire) everything.

The Proust Questionnaire has its origins in a parlor game popularized (though not devised) by Marcel Proust, the French essayist and novelist, who believed that, in answering these questions, an individual reveals his or her true nature. Vanity Fair 

Be Our Guest

Be Our Guest
(c) freedom writer

Painting inspired by Leonid Afremov’s “Dinner” and the “Beauty and the Beast”.

Be Our Guest is one of my all time favorite musical pieces so this is an homage to Lumière, as well as to the other wonderful characters that enchanted me with their magic as a kid.

Painted with acrylics.

Delft Blues

(c) freedom writer

Painted with acrylics (very unprofessional tools).

I tried my best to actually get the Delft blue (it’s a very specific color). Read more about Delft Blue here.

I’ve also written a poem entitled “Delft Blue(s)” which you can read here.