somebody spilt milk over belgrade – once it’s a thick layer of dense creamy milky air, the other time it’s more a sprayed white mist. milk gets sometimes sour and there are icy curds falling down the sky. drifts of gazed cottage cheese are lying on pavements, get dirty and then vanish all of a sudden…
and I miss colours and I collect most vibrant materials and I dream about blue skies!
stay tuned – spring is most probably somewhere on the way!
have a nice day!