My invisible friend…the daily sketches on the train.

After my children are in bed and while doing the dishes I always like to think of writing and putting together my loose images that I have sketched in between trains.

These sketches are a way of communication between me and my ideas, feelings, experiences and worries of an ever complex world where uninterested reasons are less and less valued. So I share them with you as a way of making sense of this ever increasing impersonal world.

The mother and her child in a paradise that seems to be disappearing. Where nature is less and less present with the substitutes of a metal heart. Forgetting all the demanded rules I can finally be happy by dreaming.

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Tumbulina gets crashed in between legs and little space. Holding back the position she can see the image a bit better leaving the busy world for others.
Hurry up Tumbulina! Like a bee… but I am not a bee. I am Tumbulina!

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The lady with the iPad was kind enough, I surely enjoyed to draw her. Pity, she didn’t have a book instead.

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Summer is coming and I am ready for it!

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Freedom is dying. She doesn’t earn enough money to be seen as a person I am afraid!

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You and me… you look at the sky and fly even if it is raining. Your song makes me keep going little bird.

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Just get another one and all will be okay. Discard, discard…

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Faces are better with flowers! They are flowers opening for the world.

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Tomorrow I might find more treasures somewhere and ideas that will become paintings.

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