Colors, shapes
Because you’re asking me if I want to paint something. So I’m saying that I would like to.
Now her pants
Oh no. Oh lord. What’s this now, in the bottom drawer. In Pants. …
No pants. Just papers.
Here we go again. But what now…
Her socks and underwear
In the chaos of things left — things to go through and things to save, things to donate or throw away — in this absolute storm of things and things and cats and things…
We have an old, wooden chest of drawers.
Mom’s book, let’s continue
I became more of a thinker and a capturer of reality — still poetic reality, still with beautiful things. Even taking my dog for a walk was poetry.