This time of year is a healthy time for restless souls. Still some flowers to pick, and in the woods; all those chanterelles! Things are growing slowly. Prunes take their time to ripen. Nature is good therapy when you feel unbalanced and impatient. Everything is in such slow progress at the moment, also at my worktable. Wish I had a parallel life where I could finish the things waiting on the list in my head. I´m a slow painter. The brushes are getting too tiny. And the sheets of paper are suddenly very huge.

Some people MUST have access to some kind of parallel life:
Shiori Matsumoto

PS. Fortfarande ett par timmar kvar att bjuda på denna!