"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."

Anaïs Nin





Tuesday, August 5, 2008

news from Grandma mousie

I created a short story for Esther, Scrapazimut's little girl...
Yvonnick and the nuts, sure you'll recognize Yvonnick, he's one of my grand-children...
He's living with his mum in a caravan in the forest "Coat-Noz, the wood of the night" that's in Breton...he helped Mum to paint the caravan then decided to look for nuts...couldn't find any...spent the night in the forest...everybody was sleeping...a good job big bird helped him and sent him some nuts...so back to the caravan...and the big bed...

1 comment:

Helena said...

Soooo cute! I love it! I love the colours and the peep-out flap! I like the little bird.

Wonderful!