“The little boy nodded at the peony and the peony seemed to nod back. The little boy was neat, clean and pretty. The peony was unchaste, dishevelled as peonies must be, and at the height of its beauty.(...) Every hour is filled with such moments, big with significance for someone.” - Robertson Davies, What's Bred in the Bone
Creatively adventurous, be this watercolours, acrylics, alcohol inks. Exploring media, mixing them and bending the laws of reality. Often lost in the dreams and imaginary worlds. In love with colours, shapes and abstraction. Aware of the beautiful dream realms and untold paths which are not.. Read more…