I stretch it, paint it, fold it, going to the limits of its strength, fragility and transparency.
And it often leaves me in desperation because of its fragility.
It leaves me breathless with the feeling of happiness to see its fragile intensity.

19.1.08

jewels ; brooches, rings


small stories and a lullaby




pieces of a letter
a surface of ice blue
some lines of gold
some half forgotten song...



rings