summer, not in the winter. To be honest, I don’t remember at all that I loved someone in winter! :) I remembered the feeling of freedom that a child has when he rides a bicycle. And yes, that feeling of happiness when the first love sits at the same time in your rear trunk. I remembered the sparkling indifferent summer sea. So indifferent and so alluring with its unknown. At that time, the guys and I dreamed of swimming across it and talked about what could be with us on the other side. A little older, I remember a beautiful stranger on the shore. I could lie close to her for hours and days and revel in the beauty of the moment. It didn't look that way at the time, though. Rather, it was an endless dialogue with myself on the topic: How can I get to know her? Do I need to get acquainted? What if it ruins everything?
Each of us has our own memories of our summer. And each of us loves him in his own way. But I think that for the majority it is as warm and velvety as it is for me.
My series "Dreams of summer" are my personal dreams about him. The images that come out the most when I think about it.
And I will be very pleased if our dreams coincide.