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Francesca

francesca

It’ s a bright spring morning somewhere in East London around the time where most people are already at work, but as with the suburb of the city, it doesn’t much feel a weekday. People leisurely sip their coffees, proceed without a trace of haste along the tube platform and even the birds sound mirrier that their mates in West. Today I am on my way to a studio of my friend Francesca. Francesca is one of the best artists I know. Even if she doesn’t know it. Becoming her friend was like breathing fresh air. So different from some of the friends of mine in Italy. I was different in Italy. I was always scared of my ideas, without any confidence in my actions and words. Almost uncomfortable in my own skin. I gave the opportunity to take advantage of my self-doubt personality at that time. Forcing myself in some sort of unhealthy relationships, surrounded by bullying characters.

My friendships were mirroring my insecurities and so my love relationships. A disaster! Collections of unconfident, selfish men.

The first thing Francesca said to me when I came to her studio that morning was ” I’m so happy to see you” she was always happy to express her appreciation and love to everyone.

It’s a special bond what we have. We get over some difficulties in the past and I know I can rely on her.

I’m trying to be more independent from relationship now, less fan or groupie and more supportive and independently critical with people I like.

Francesca loves to say that we can travel the world together on the boat one day. She has a beautiful dark skin two years old daughter and a broken heart relationship now behind. She loves to say that being a single mum is the best thing had ever happened to her life.

Francesca is small and thin, naturally fit woman. The result of fast metabolism and a super excited fast thoughtful mind.

She has been travelling around South and Central America for more than three years and decided to come back to London when she got pregnant of her first daughter.

Laura is always with her. She is a small beautiful creature, the result of love between an Italian artist and a Colombian surfer that she met in Costa Rica.

Her studio is a bright space no bigger that my living room, full of old and new canvas, colours and ideas. I like to go there when I need some peace and inspirations.

We had a coffee together and start working in the most religious silence with Laura sleeping in her little confy bed.

Illustration: Kristine Bookshire – Print of original watercolor painting of girl in a kimono.

 

 

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