The Red Door

Once upon a time there was so many of them. Almost every home had them, every cabin, every barn even. But nowadays… they are only here, only few. In few shapes only, too. Always wooden, always closed. Bravely reminding everyone … Continue reading

The maker…

For me there was always something strange between an art and an artist.  Something too complicated to get it. When I stepped into this world, dive into this passion, madness even… suddenly I started to separate one from another. Because … Continue reading