By now, I must have over 500 laminated images, all cut from magazines.
The choices I make to cut an image or not tells a story. What is still hidden in the morning mist.
Feels like working on a shell grotto.
Waiting for the sun to come out and solve the mist. But as we all know, that can take years.
Maybe I'm all wrinkled and grey by the time ;)
For sure the story will start with once upon a time...
may they live happily ever after.
And so may you, love Elisa.