For it is only spring, the time I remember how to be alive or at least am allowed to daydream about it. And maybe, if the sun is kind and the wind is gentle, I’ll meet myself again, the girl with the braids, the girl who ran, the girl who bled and laughed…
Tag: nostalgia
Our silence, still tangled in vines
Artist: Cristina Gherghi, ESVarese This painting explores the way memories entangle within our surroundings, re-igniting emotions once felt in this intimate space. Two chairs sit […]
Could you win a Fight with your younger Self?
Beating a 10-year-old in a fight doesn’t seem too hard of a task. Would you be proud of yourself for winning that fight though?