Inside all of us is a wild thing 🦁 . . . From left: Wild Horses 30x40 cm in 40x50 cm Passepartout - Stained art 30x40 cm - River bed 50x70 cm - Lion Brothers 50x70 cm - Leopard in the wild 30x40 cm - Beige abstract 50x70 cm. All in our black wood frames.
I fell out of love with Instagram. This week was a hard one for me, so I just couldn't cope with Instagram. Which is ok, we all need a tech break sometimes. ••• Then yesterday I started scrolling, I almost posted a few photos and then gave up because I couldn't be bothered, couldn't think of anything of meaning, or funny or anything to say at all. I just saw posts and posts that meant nothing to me. I saw lots of influencers doing adverts and not disclosing them, which always annoys me because I'm super honest and proud of my collabs and I think everyone should be too, or not do them at all. I saw some of my favorite photos flopping because the algorithm sometimes punishes me for mysterious reasons (thanks a lot @instagram!). All of a sudden I fell out of love with Instagram. Again. ••• Then I posted on my stories about my grandma passing away and how I was having a little insta break, and my DMs were inundated with kindness. Then I remembered why I started this Insta thing in the first place and how this place can still be what we choose it to be. We have full control of what, who and when we see things, like @ever.after.with.kids said the other day. We can unfollow those who add nothing to our lives and those who annoy us. We can have breaks or go full on when we have the energy. We can choose to mute people or set notifications for those who fill our hearts with joy (like @sienna.and.i always makes me smile with every single post). ••• So here's me posting again, and thanks everyone for the kindness ❤