I don't remember when exactly I started to collect little "trinkets" during my travels.
It probably started during my mid-teens when my parents encouraged me to remodel my bedroom in a way that suited and reflected me. I remember that feeling when I first stared to find things that inspired me - it was always a feeling of butterflies and fate and excitement to hold my newfound treasure and haul it home in my suitcase.
What is it about objects that make us giddy?
Whether I find something from my personal collection at home or away, the feeling is still the same. That burgeoning excitement of having found something that represents where I've been, what I love, and what I long to become.
To the small shop I'll probably not be able to find again in a tucked away Venetian courtyard, thank you for this artwork that I cherish every single day.
It probably started during my mid-teens when my parents encouraged me to remodel my bedroom in a way that suited and reflected me. I remember that feeling when I first stared to find things that inspired me - it was always a feeling of butterflies and fate and excitement to hold my newfound treasure and haul it home in my suitcase.
What is it about objects that make us giddy?
Whether I find something from my personal collection at home or away, the feeling is still the same. That burgeoning excitement of having found something that represents where I've been, what I love, and what I long to become.
To the small shop I'll probably not be able to find again in a tucked away Venetian courtyard, thank you for this artwork that I cherish every single day.
From my heart to yours.
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