the artist’s childhood
As a child I loved reading books and fairy tales were my very favourite. My first books were in Finnish written by Finnish authors, but most loved were the tales collected by the Grimm Brothers. This edition, a very well-worn almost 500 page Finnish translation, was the most beloved of them all, perhaps that is why I still have it. One old house that my family lived in for a few years had an attic where I had my very own little artist’s garret, with my papers and pencils and paints and books and my daydreams by the little window overlooking the street.
(Thanks to Amy at ever so humble* for inspiring this little trip into the past.)
*sadly, this blog no longer exists.