once

there was a little girl who grew up with just a few things.

maybe she could have used a half-full ink duct and an egg box which was left over.

she didn´t even have a brush, but she was happy sitting there with her sister

in the middle of nowhere on a wooden chair, made by her father

-and simply enjoyed painting.

some years later, working as a grown-up artist, she sometimes struggles

with too many things going on in her head, too many ideas, boundless possibilities…

but…she´s bent on going

in memory of the past.

…a little trip down memory lane

Inspired by jonathan an his creations