18 April 2022
Time flies when you are busy eating all the delicious local cuisine.  In my case, street foods are kings.  Food trucks, food carts are lined on both sides of the main road.  Anything imaginable, savory and sweet vendors rotate morning, noon and night.  My favorite time is the morning shift, the air is still cool, not so busy and full of wonderful selections from my childhood.  Techniquely, there is no difference between breakfast, lunch and dinner type of food.  Anything can be eaten at anytime. This morning I actually had marinated grilled chicken with sticky rice which kept me quite satiated till late afternoon.  Perhaps a snack of coconut sticky rice black beans in the late afternoon.  For supper, I'll stroll the night shift vendors once more.  The evening street food scene is lively with people in the neighborhood out in full action.  The heat has let up with some daylight left making it the perfect time to buzz around checking out every stall to see what's cooking.  It is like going to a street fair except it's a daily outing.  It looks like about the time for me to get out there to see about the salted grilled fish before it's sold out.  

11 April 2022
Greetings from the land of the smile.  Thai new year is in couple of days, it's the hottest time of the year.  People play with water in the streets.  All good fun in an average 90 degrees heat and 81% humidity, I welcome the random thrown around water.  Oh and the food!  how could I even begin.  There will be a lot food talk here.  Perhaps it's time I go plan my daily menu...

April 2022
As I am getting ready for the longest trip away from my workbench since 2014.  A slight parting anxiety is looming.  I tell myself "fret not the idle hands" because it is an opportunity to dive into projects that lie dormant.  Writing these letters to you is one of them, to do it consistently, not so long and for the joy of it.  

For now, I must get packing.  The minimalist in me is being challenged, wanting to bring all my crafts, so typical of me.  LOL. I will see you again when I get to the other side of the globe.


Fall 2021
Hello, It has been like forever since I've visited with you.  My seasonal letter to you is so joyous despite not knowing if you would visit me here.  Well, obviously you are here reading and I thank you for your company.  

This past year, I have decided to lay low, keep creating and not trying so hard at social.  My decision to not engage in any local craft shows and not posting everyday nor spend too much time on Instagram has freed up a lot of time.  It took a bit of getting used to the idea of doing less as the world is getting back to the new norm.  

Maybe I am going through some existential crisis, maybe I am rebeling against being told what to do and when, maybe I long for the days of what you see is what you get, maybe I am silly or maybe I am just a human being. 

Hello...out there...I am here finding my way...I know you are outhere also navigating your path.  Everyday from the moment you get up, desicions are being made even if you set your routine to free you from decision fatique, you are still making the decision to stick to the routine.  No wonder our heads get so stuffed up, we could hardly hear our own voice.  Especially the loudness of social expectations, the how to's, the must do's etc. in order to excel in your internal operating system if you know what's good for you.  Perhaps it's the dosage or the how you implement them into your life and when is the right time and most of all is it the right thing for you.  It' the classic peer pressure, high school all over again.  The herd mentality is primal, so strong for a reason...survival.  It lives on in our digital age but it has morphed into something esoteric so we simply call it "stress".  The modern person version of going out hunting and being chased by a tiger except you can't see the tiger but just a gnawing feeling of discomfort.  So you try to expel the energy through physical exercise like a caveman running from danger, it works! until your joints decide to not cooperate.  You know how the story ends, I get slow physically and mentally.  Once in more quiet place, I can be more thoughtful with my action, not reaction.  I said to myself what was I in a hurry for anyway???  lol... no good answer was my answer

Today I am the maker at Cinq, tomorrow I might be a squirrel, next week if I am lucky I get to be a tree.  Not to worry, whatever I am I still would tinker away with my hands in my workshop.  This much I know it's true.

Talking about tinkering, I have been making decorative objects that I will share in the year to come.  Experimenting with different materials is so much fun.  The unexpected results are both stressful and so delightful all at once.  There are a lot of duds but once in while you get a stud!  I go all giddy and it keeps me going back for the random discoveries.

There is no fun when a time invested project fails.  It helps to have more time and head space to chew on the mistakes and get back to work.  Overtime I have learned to include making mistakes as part of the authentic creating process hence no more failed projects only random discoveries and happy accidents.  Hooray! must keep up with this mentality.

Nevertheless, I am human (most of the time), my brain still requires some convincing of this no fail creating process.  So I keep on practicing.....making.....authenticly.

Sincerely,
Vipada