it seems like i've taken a detour. i was a bit tired of portraits. and i have always loved vessels, and flowers.
the room in itself is a blessing, overlooking the back garden orange trees and, when the window is open, the scent of honeysuckle and cecile brunner roses in bloom filter in.
i count myself lucky to have a room like this.
i did a tribute to lotta dam on a teabag.
my friend erika immediately claimed it
i think i will mount it on a wood cradle
out of nowhere