"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 19, 2008


is drawing houses, caravan, small hut...near the lake...she'd like to win the competition and get a stamp made out of her drawings...I know there're a bit childish ! but that's Pixabeille !

1 comment:

Prairie Star said...

I'm smiling. I hadn't noticed Pixabeille's clothes before. I *love* them!!

Thanks for the kiss - it brought a smile as did feeling your love!

Sending it right back to ya!

Lovin' twinkles and big hugs.