This is one of the last creatures built by us (this guy is my partner's creation) in our former flat. Now, the little Lego pieces are all packed in a tight jar, inside a dark box, waiting for us to unpack our stuff and give them life again. It will take time, though, for unpacking a home is a task that reminds us we are already adult women, and adult women do not play with Lego. Playing with Lego, they say, is a privilege for children and men...
Welcome to my playground, to my lab, where you will be e both Guinea pigs and critics of my photographic work.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
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Someone told me once I should have done some manicure before taking this picture. I answered him he should have gone through brain surgery before giving his opinions. My hands are short, crooked and childish. I love them. And I have a spider in my mouth!
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
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