inspiratsioon ühest tekstist, mille ma kunagi ammu ammu kirjutasin. ma olen igasugustest värkidest, millega lapsed tegelevad ja millega mina ka tegelesin, suhteliselt vaimustuses.
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I remember how as a child every surface could become huge, a whole world for tiny creatures to live, love and fight in. I myself would become tiny and forget there was a world outside of me as well. There is this ancient rule of children that came to life then - no one could see me when I was tiny, because I couldn’t see them. Flower pots, teacups, rocks i’ve gathered and laid on the windowsill became vast landscapes. Grass. Have you ever pushed your face to where the grass touches the earth and looked into the vast forests and jungles of flower stems and moss? I remember the wars that took place in those forests, and the happy yet strictly hierarchical communal life of my tiny tigers, dinosaurs and bears. I remember the kings and the outcasts. The lovers, the wolves. The stories unfold before me, stretching the minuscule into the gigantic..
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