I stretch it, paint it, fold it, going to the limits of its strength, fragility and transparency.
It often leaves me in desperation because of its fragility.
It leaves me breathless with the feeling of happiness to see its fragile intensity.


a strange small animal in the garden

because of the cold it preferred to come inside
it stays now quietly on top of my computer screen
Bert thinks it could be sitting on eggs..
that would mean there will be more like this?

now that I think of it,
there are already other strange animals (little dragons)
on other screens in the house
I will try and make some pictures