She smiles each time I ask her if I can explore her attic. You might never find your way back to me again, she laugh. And then she prepares tea, and wait for my return.
If only I could be serene like my cat…
My Art Shelter
It’s where I isolate myself from everything, to hear that little creative voice inside me…
Infinite mountains and trees under the sun, that’s what I look at, for a long moment, each day, in silence.