"The artist is a recepctacle for the emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web." (Pablo Picasso)
Having the holidays a bit longer than a couple of weeks makes everything upside-down and inside-out... It's getting hard to see the difference between the reality and the dream. And which dream is real? The one I was dreaming about? The one I have to come back to? The one I live today? The one that lasts longer? Where the colors are brighter?.. I guess it doesn't matter, as long as I love both of them...