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