‘Home’ is the nicest word there is. Not only the nicest word but also the nicest place. Your home could be anywhere, only when your uniqueness is around you. The interior pieces are found at flea markets, thrift shops or at our overstuffed attic. Plaids of my grandma, the dressing table of my first attended auction, my pimped bed found by my mother on the roadside, splitted coconuts bought at a flea market, feathers found in the woods, vinyl-cover bought at a thrift shop, an old guitar of my mam found at our attic. ect.
These mixed pieces create my room. Mostly pieces with a story. I’m obsessed with them.