♥ a short story about births. of love ♥

from : BLOEMPJES DER VREUGD, p. 57

once upon a time there was a girl, not called alice. she grew up in the tall shadows of her brothers. at one time fallen behind, then twice, made her three times shy. she was silent well into her nineteens, when she met a soulmate. her search in life refined a little, but chosing between england and the home country wasn't obvious. naturally she chose a third option and gave birth to a boy.

from : XVIIe siècle, lagarde & michard

soon afterward she fell pregnant with creative wants. and needs. she tended a shop for a while, in the pressing days before the nifty virtual creative revolution. her and bell explored x-mas markets, home shows and grander events. 't is only recently, and on the quiet still, the girl's options of plunging well into w3, head first, seem to resurface.  she admits it is scary.

2010 attempt at hauling in mr. valentine, collage on canvas

all through her life valentine has bemused the girl, but her very own valentine hasn't found his way home yet. there's hope, she knows. there's hope. there is already his birthday, each crashing year. there's all the attention he's getting, to which she too, however, succombs fairly. and mildly. so she sits down every twelve months, and collages her dream to life. for when believing in the impossible happens, a truely magical moment is born.

2011 attempt, pieces of a heart, on calico

♥ happy valentine, dear readers. ♥ 

you hold so much inspiration, 

by simply being you's.

i already love you. 

ALL. 

♥