my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



6/6/13



a doll house chained to the big house
with real wallpapers and wooden stairs
sun spots on the first floor and welcoming
emptiness, i would stay there. in finland








dear stephanie, thank you for  this post 


every time can not believe that someone
somewhere likes my drawings, hearing
it, feeling heart gets a bit larger, every time.

















5 comments:

  1. dear you!
    via sweet v i found
    the interview of you
    you mention in this post
    and loved it so much!
    all those beautiful images
    of you(!!) and your work
    i love so much
    and i found out i am 20 years
    older than you ;^))

    next weekend i will
    be in Finland
    just for a weekend
    way to short

    love
    Patrice A.
    x

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    1. dear patrice! thank you
      and, yes, 2o! once again i feel
      these numbers do not
      mean a thing.. in a good way

      little late, but i hope you had
      a wonderful time in finland

      )

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  2. i too love learning more
    or hearing the same over again
    and the way you opened that little door
    may i come into that wallpapered emptiness too,
    it's so welcoming . . .

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    1. and you are always
      so welcome, anytime, anywhere

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olga.




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