Sometimes things don’t work out the way we want to. I loved the painting so far but when I started to add in details, I messed it up.
That’s how it started. A friend mentioned it to me, kidding because my car was full of plants. But somehow his words stuck with me. It felt like there was a story that wanted to be told. It took me months to decide on the genre and even longer until I had a faint idea of the story. But over time it slowly evolved and I started writing on „The wandering garden“.
Just a dream. Or was it?!