It is 4.40 am. I am hearing an increasingly impatient and loud moaning from the staircase which is a sign for me to get out of bed. I stumble down the stairs in the darkness and open the front door to our cat, Gata, who starts her usual morning hunting routine. I take a deep…
I wake up in the middle of the night and remember I was dreaming taking pictures of pears. I jump out of bed and make sketches about the composition which appeared in my dream so I won’t forget until morning, but I get so excited about it that I cannot go back to sleep. Pears…
