I am working on this beachlife piece while the rain is pouring down on my studio roof. Temperatures are dropping. Autumn is really here, there is no denying. Still, I can feel the sand between my toes.
A couple of days ago I was making this girl out of pieces of paper, glue and other stuff. Suddenly I realized that she looked a bit like me when I was around thirteen years old. I had a yellow T-shirt with a big red apple on it. I loved the t-shirt a lot and wore it almost everyday for one long summer. I washed it each night to be able to put it on again the next morning.
The skirt? I never wore one. I was always wearing jeans to be able to run around. The boots? Well, I think I would have loved to have them, but I did not.
On my wrist you see a watch that I had turned to the inside of my arm. In that time in my group it meant that I was in love. I don’t remember the name of the happy boy, but it was an older guy working on his motorbike that summer. Wearing the apple t-shirt was certainly an attempt to be noticed by him. I have no idea if it worked…