Galleria di Nicole Ari

Twenty minutes staring at this wardrobe and the theatre festival opens in a few hours. Red or black — what are you sending me out in?

The whole Old Town is full of women's art right now and I can't stop staring at this one painting that looks exactly how I feel today. Would you stand here with me, or are you the type who waits outside?

The play tonight was about wanting something you can't have — and now I'm home proving that wrong. Want to be what I reach for?

The whole festival weekend is still humming in my skin and I don't want it to fade yet. Would you have climbed in, or just watched me soak?

Three stages going at once down there and I escaped to the roof to catch my breath. The sun on bare skin feels like its own kind of performance. Want to come up before the next act starts?

The whole street just turned into a stage and I'm supposed to be just watching today — but my body doesn't understand that word. Are you staying in the crowd with me?

The Old Town is empty at this hour and every cobblestone looks like it belongs in a painting. Found this wall and decided to stay a while. Would you have come walking with me?

There's a street festival in Plovdiv this week and I'm trying to fit my whole life into one suitcase. Want to come help me decide what stays and what comes?

My body still thinks it's on stage — two days home and every time I hit the floor it just wants to move. What would you do if you walked in on this?

First morning in weeks where the only person deciding what happens is me. Want to come see what that looks like?