Woaahhh, I’m an artist. I mean, really.

I sent a photo to my siblings. Sometimes we do this, sendung photos of babies, photos of motorcycles, maybe of snow-capped mountains.

And then they started looking for the inner, deeper sense of the pic. It went like this: “Is it about the stone flooring.” Or is it about the shoes?” “No, I think it is about the walking.”

Hey, yes, this is how art happens.

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And really, it happened by accident. The photo happened by accident 🙂