spring

I'm listening to The Bird and The Bee and gradually everything starts to melt into the glittering water colour of Spring. One colour dilute into another and they combine and mix on the edges so eventually you'll get a big light dream full of thousands of colours, pastel of course, because that's my taste for spring. I have secretly wished there were a way that I were able to collect things by their kinds. If I had a collection book I'll sort out a section and name it as "soft and untouched".

In "soft and untouched" there should be The Virgin Suicide, Marie Antoinette, Stealing Beauty, La Fabouleux Destin D'amelie Poulin, The Bird and The Bee, Camille, a pink feather, my older painting of a two-become-one tree, photo of a flying fish, Miss Dior Cherie, the whole Nina Ricci s/s 08 collection, a French Beret and a bunch of Garden fairies. It should be light, fizzy and easy. Yes, as light as these little garden fairies, as if they would just appear from behind the stems of garden flowers and all of a sudden form up a mini orchestra!