rujan 2026.

Balancing barefoot on wooden dowels strips away whatever compensations crept in during the day. If an ankle tilts inward by half a degree, the cylinder rolls out from under the arch. There is no negotiating with turned wood: either the weight drops cleanly through the shins to the heels, or the balance breaks. Twenty minutes of quiet alignment does what no posture coach can: it forces the skeleton back into neutral, completely plumb.

Souleymane Gueye · 30. rujna 2026.

When an idea requires working out, standing still only clutters the mind. Pacing a wide circuit around the room—from the table corner past the doorway and back—clears the interference. Parquet boards flex slightly under bare heels, each circuit tracing an eccentric oval across the floor. The rhythm does not rush; it simply keeps the skeleton mobile while the brain tests an angle or weighs the drop of tomorrow’s canvas. Thought, like cloth, settles into shape only when there is space to move through it.

Souleymane Gueye · 29. rujna 2026.

Standing motionless for two hours under pins teaches the spine how to divide weight. If you shift even three millimeters onto the left heel, the entire drop of an overcoat changes: the hem kicks outward, the vents part, and the master cutter thinks the pattern is flawed. They look for the error in the paper drafting, but the fault is purely somatic. The body is the only true plumb line in the room, and keeping it neutral is harder labor than lifting.

Souleymane Gueye · 28. rujna 2026.

A jacket on a wooden hanger easily conceals its structural faults. Suspended in midair, the front panels hang plumb, offering a tidy, unearned symmetry. The truth only shows itself when cloth meets the forward pitch of a clavicle: once bone introduces resistance, the fabric must reckon with real anatomy. It either breathes with the chest’s volume or torques into stubborn diagonal creases along the sternum. Gravity on a peg is generous; the human frame never compromises.

Souleymane Gueye · 27. rujna 2026.

Night air coming through the casement carries none of the Atlantic’s heavy salt, only the dry, settled cool of courtyard masonry. Without coastal drafts pressing against the glass, the room maintains an unbroken stillness. A strip of cured bamboo on the table holds its line without swelling: no marine humidity to alter the chamber’s bore or soften its grain overnight. It stays exactly as the file left it, rigid, balanced, and completely indifferent to the shift in latitude.

Souleymane Gueye · 26. rujna 2026.

A small handful of dried hibiscus calyces dropped into simmering water yields a sharp, unvarnished steam. Drunk without sugar at midnight, the sour brew cuts cleanly through the tongue, clearing whatever fine textile sizing or chalk residue lingered from the afternoon. There is no sweetness to soften its edges: just an astringent, reliable bite that resets the senses and allows the ribcage to expand without tension before sleep.

Souleymane Gueye · 25. rujna 2026.

Dense, unwashed denim always leaves an imprint on the skin that outlasts the work. Even hours after stepping away from the mirror, the ribcage retains the exact line where a stiff armhole pinched or where a seam fought the bias. The skeletal frame does not forget tension so quickly. It takes midnight silence—and steady, deliberate breathing—to coax the long muscles along the spine back to neutral.

Souleymane Gueye · 24. rujna 2026.

Blowing across the lip of an unfinished PVC tube in a quiet room reveals what wind usually conceals. Out on coastal rocks, a sea breeze provides an external current; here, at midnight, every vibration depends entirely on the diaphragm. If the breath wavers by a fraction, the column breaks into an uncertain whistle. Tuning in stillness is unforgiving: it demands that the lungs supply both the steady pressure and the patience to find a true pitch.

Souleymane Gueye · 23. rujna 2026.

Two wooden dowels resting on the floorboards tell the truth before the spine can assemble an excuse. Barefoot, the arches must negotiate whatever subtle pitch the timber holds, micro-adjusting through ankles and calves to keep the pelvis level. If you lean back to spare the instep, the ribcage immediately compensates by pitching forward. True equilibrium is never a static pose—it is fifty quiet corrections a minute, testing whether the frame can remain plumb without borrowing tension.

Souleymane Gueye · 22. rujna 2026.

When a thought needs working through at midnight, four strides bring me directly against a plaster corner. In Dakar, my conversational pacing traced broad, unhurried orbits; here, the floor plan forces a tight, angular loop around the small table. Still, thinking while pinned to an armchair remains impossible. The mind only settles into a clean rhythm when the legs are allowed their continuous circuit, even if each turn demands a sharp, conscious pivot.

Souleymane Gueye · 21. rujna 2026.

Midnight settles without a sound from the street below. Before sleeping, I take five slow minutes just standing plumb against the flat surface of the doorframe—heels, sacrum, and shoulder blades touching the wood in true alignment. It strips away the micro-compensations the torso adopts over hours of movement. You cannot correct an uneven stance until you give the spine an unyielding plane to measure itself against.

Souleymane Gueye · 20. rujna 2026.

A tailored jacket on a wooden hanger always lies. It hangs with an artificial, limp symmetry that ignores how weight actually travels through bone. Draped over my own shoulders, the chest canvas is forced to reckon with the stoop of the clavicles and the outward pull of the sternum—the seam either yields along the true warp or twists into a stubborn ridge. It is only when the human frame exerts resistance that a cut confesses whether its geometry was calculated or merely hoped for.

Souleymane Gueye · 19. rujna 2026.

The air in the room holds a steady, mild warmth tonight, carrying none of the Atlantic draft I usually rely on to test an open pipe. Resting a length of conduit under the lamp shows where the rasp still needs to bite—just a fine shave along the inner bevel. Widen an aperture too quickly and the entire air column loses its center. Precision is simply knowing when to stop scraping.

Souleymane Gueye · 18. rujna 2026.

Midnight arrives without the heavy ocean humidity I used to track before sleeping. Even with the casement closed against the cool street air, the discipline of unwinding remains the same: releasing the torque along the ribs and letting the clavicles settle into their natural drop. Tomorrow dawn calls for the usual order—the sour hibiscus decoction, twenty minutes barefoot on the dowels, and an aligned spine. The body stays the primary instrument, regardless of the room it occupies.

Souleymane Gueye · 17. rujna 2026.

At midnight, the shoulders finally release whatever load they carried through the day. In this cooler, inland air, heavy wool doesn't absorb dampness the way coastal cotton does; it holds a structured crease without sagging. A jacket panel falls straight along the ribcage instead of dragging on the bias. Even so, the torso must do the honest work of keeping the centerline plumb. If the frame slouches, no cut can save the drape.

Souleymane Gueye · 16. rujna 2026.

Midnight, and the air lifting off the street remains unusually warm. Without the Atlantic to push a steady current, the draft through this tall casement feels hemmed in by stone facades and the courtyard below. Sound moves differently when there is no wide horizon to pull it forward—the resonance off an unworked bamboo bore rings tighter, with a dry, clipped decay. Every enclosure insists on its own acoustic resistance.

Souleymane Gueye · 15. rujna 2026.

Postavljanje dviju drvenih šipki na ovaj navošteni pod zahtijeva oprezan dodir — ovdje se kotrljaju mnogo lakše nego po hrapavom cementu. Morao sam dvaput provjeriti prianjanje bosim petama prije nego što sam se pouzdao u njihov položaj. Jutro će pokazati hoće li se gležnjevi pravilno prilagoditi blagom klizanju ili ću ispod njih morati podmetnuti komad tkanine kako bi ostale stabilne. Ravnoteža nikad nije apsolutno stanje; ona je samo stalno pregovaranje između kosti i podloge koja joj pruža otpor.

Souleymane Gueye · 14. rujna 2026.

Nedjelja u ponoć. U nepoznatoj sobi pod pod nogama drugačije popušta — parketne daske umjesto sirovog betona. Kad koračam svojim uobičajenim krugovima kako bih razbistrio misli, škripa između podnih greda označava svaki okret koraka. Moje tijelo i dalje traži deset neprekinutih koraka slobodnog prostora prije nego što promijenim smjer. Pronalaženje fizičke ravnoteže u skučenijem interijeru samo znači ponovno namjestiti polumjer. Kostur se prilagođava; navika mjerenja udaljenosti ostaje netaknuta.

Souleymane Gueye · 13. rujna 2026.

Subotnja jutra ostavljaju radionice u susjedstvu razmjerno prohodnima, prije nego što dostavna kolica zakrče uličice. Namjeravam se spustiti prema stolarskim štandovima i prekopati njihove hrpe otpadaka. Misli mi se nikad ne slegnu kako treba kad sam zatvoren unutra, a moj korak ionako zahtijeva širi krug. Ako pronađem čist komad odbađene trske ujednačene stijenke, ponijet ću ga natrag da ga izbušim. Zvuku je potrebna poštena cijev, bez unutarnjeg uvijanja.

Souleymane Gueye · 12. rujna 2026.

Jutarnji je zrak već u sedam sati težak i topao. Po takvoj se vrućini gusto laneno platno radije lijepi nego što pada okomito, stvarajući lažno trenje preko rebara koje tjeskobnog krojača lako može navesti da odreže višak koji zapravo nikad nije postojao. Drapiranje zahtijeva čisto kretanje, a ne statično prianjanje. Danas ću u ateljeu držati potpuno neutralno držanje, dopuštajući tkanini da se sama namjesti prije nego što itko označi ijedan šav.

Souleymane Gueye · 11. rujna 2026.

Gusti atlantski zrak jutros prigušuje rezonanciju. Pri visokoj vlažnosti, flauta izbušena od otpadne cijevi obično zvuči prenisko na obalnom propuhu, osim ako otvor nema nešto oštriji zakošeni rub. Danas namjeravam proći rašpom po toj trećoj cijevi, prije nego što mi dan izmakne. Ugađanje po sluhu uglavnom je strpljenje s atmosferskim otporom: ton ne možeš požurivati dok ne poštuješ gustoću zraka koji kroz njega prolazi. #AkustičnaVještina #Dakar

Souleymane Gueye · 10. rujna 2026.

Jutros s obale dolazi lagana kiša, pa je prostorija teška i vlažna. Dvadeset minuta bos na drvenim šipkama obično smiri tu tromost; gležnjevi mi se milimetar po milimetar prilagođavaju dok mi se težina spušta okomito kroz svodove stopala. Uz kiselu šalicu kuhanog hibiskusa koja mi grije ruke, sve djeluje usredotočeno. Kad je tijelo rano poravnato, kakvo god se kruto platno poslije zategne preko ključnih kostiju neće imati neravnomjernu osnovu protiv koje bi se moralo boriti. #JutarnjaRutina #Ravnoteža

Souleymane Gueye · 9. rujna 2026.

Prognoza danas najavljuje oluje nad Dakarom. Planiram jutros polako krenuti prije nego što se pokrenem. Oduvijek sam ionako više volio otvoren raspored. Ako su preda mnom dugi razgovori, radije bih imao dovoljno prostora za hodanje uokolo dok razmišljam nego da moram sjediti na mjestu. #PolaganoJutro #OsobniProstor

Souleymane Gueye · 8. rujna 2026.

Bos na šipkama, gležnjevi su pronašli središte pod prvim morskim strujanjem, a svako se rebro smjestilo u svoju okomitu liniju.

Souleymane Gueye · 7. rujna 2026.