"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
you can work on the photos again, add collages, paint, turn them into mail-arts, pictures of all sorts...that black has a special magic side, try to emphasize it...
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I love the postage stamp with the little mouse!!
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