Bianca Morgenblond

There’s this recurring shape in my art journal: A not-quite-closed circle - the O - and an X  that doesn’t fit inside it. Together they’ve become something I now call OX . At first, OX was about the world not fitting together. About me not fitting into it. But I’ve been realizing it’s also about something more personal. The older I get it becomes more clear how many ADHD checkboxes I tick. Almost all of them. It feels strange. Like looking at a list someone wrote about  you without ever...

In this blogpost I wrote about the O. Now I will tell you about the X. For me this X stands for my emotional crossroad. That uncomfortable place of standing at a choice not knowing which way to go yet, but standing there anyway. It’s a moment of tension, transition & waiting. X is a placeholder  for everything I don’t know about myself yet. It’s undefined, unfinished, but still here . It is my own reminding kiss that says: I’m here. I exist. I don’t have to spell it all out perfectly, but...

There are shapes I often return to in my art journal. One of them is a - not perfect- circle. It's slightly wonky, irregular and - most importantly - it’s not fully closed . There’s an empty space in the line. I’ve tried to close it many times, "drawing" over it again and again but somehow it never feels right. I think because it is not supposed to be closed. That empty space represents something real: there’s no closure. A lot has happened - both in my personal life as in the world- and...