There are dates when Spring briefly forgets she has to walk on.
Then she stops, puts on her softest dress and smiles.
Not loudly, not exuberantly.
Just a very small, sneaky smile, as if she has a secret too beautiful to say out loud.
That smile is this work.
A blossom that does not fall, but floats.
A meadow that is not silent, but sings at whisper strength.
Green that is so soft you can almost stroke it, pink that has never seen sadness, yellow that knows exactly what sunlight tastes like if you could taste it.
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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