this pictures doesn’t seem to belong to the world of you or me. They make me think of Peter Pan, and start do daydream, fantasise. This pictures are mirages, telling stories conjured directly from an imagination that most of us left behind in childhood.
I'm thinking of following the white rabbit these days into a world where elephants are painted blue, horses are dusted lilac, paintings come to life and pretty girls with Thirties faces are transformed into marionettes or abandoned princesses.