when i opened the part that contains the pencil shavings, the smell toook me right back to dad´s office...

i'm painting to remember, to reconnect with my past.

this is my grandmother´s radio, i can still see her listening to it but can´t remember if she only listened to news or if she also listened to music.

i also connect this radio to blackouts because whenever there was one (and we always had them during the years of terror) we would listen to the news in it.

as i painted i thought about tati so much...

watercolour memories...

she must have been 18 at the most... i bought the little flowers surrounding the photo to make tea yesterday at the farmer´s market but i can´t remember their name or what they were for... i wonder if i can make a dyptich with this photo and the one i did previously of dad surrounded by rose petals, they might make sense together.