sometimes i sketch with photographs. yesterday i bought chamomile at the farmer´s market and thought of my grandma tati as she would always have some in the kitchen to make tea with. i´m into putting things into jars lately and going to my grandparent´s house brought back memories of my grandfather tato filling empty jars with stuff always, like nails, screws, nuts and bolts. as a child, i loved looking at his filled up jars; the last time i went to their now pretty much abandoned house i recovered the one in the photo. tato labelled his jars which makes me feel so much tenderness towards him... when i placed the chamomile in the jar it looked like something from my grandma and then i placed it next to tato´s and the photograph happened organically... this is them...