Some colours don't shout.
They only whisper, very softly, against the wall.
Old pink is such a colour.
It is the pink of a wedding dress that has been hanging in a linen closet for decades and still smells a little like lavender and wedding.
It is the inside of a shell once found by the sea by a girl and never thrown back.
It is the colour of cheeks after the very first kiss, still a little warm years later.
This work is not a cry for attention.
It is a hand resting very gently on your shoulder saying "come and sit for a moment. Everything will be fine."
Hi, I am a creative woman with a head full of colours and ideas!
I get super happy with a rainbow of shades, but can also fall completely in love with the sheer power of a single colour. With digital art I conjure up the wildest things, ..
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