From watercolor to colored pencils; from Spring to Summer, the beginning of June pretends to whisper to me: hey, the next three months are a new small life. It is the 23rd summer I ever live through and I still perceive it as some sort of magic. It started as a reflection between the past and the imaginable future, the dreams next to reality, the manifestations that I’d love to come true, and a (several times postponed) trip to Copenhagen – and continued with the charming expressivity, a festival and a wedding of one of my dearest friends. June is the sun – or the play where I fell asleep after the final presentations – us sitting on the grass and talking about studies; it is the painting class that made me feel open and let go of the inner tensions. It is the beginning of the true summer of my heart.
