We are human – we can only understand the world in stories. If we see an umbrella on a bench, we immediately, involuntarily make up a story in our minds…
I painted these pictures many years ago, but I still feel the same way about Prague. It is a city of wonder, a city of tales and legends, a city for adventures.
When I am depressed, I KNOW that…
I hardly ever decide beforehand what kind of creature I am going to make. I just start knitting, and the creature creates itself, making it clearer with each step how they wish to look. These were the only two colours of yarn left: light grey and canary yellow. I wasn’t convinced that they would work together but I tried it anyway. I knitted the body with the head, and the four limbs separately.
