She supposed to be different… green hat and jacket, red earrings, orange skirt. Whimsical. Instead this anxious combination of grey and yellow. This uneasy feeling of fragile gentleness and yet stubbornness. It is like she is not sure to hug the teddy bear or to through it into the water. The wind. I had to let go of my original idea and carefully listen to her story. It is very complex and yet very simple. To put it in few words: “She is growing up. She doesn’t know.”
Also, the new sealer made her a little too shiny, too plasticish… And I can't do anything about it.