I live in my own inner world with my thoughts, emotions and imaginations. Easily impressed by all the things in life I keep a little distance. As a child I played in our big yard, climbing trees and creating secret hiding places where I could daydream, read, and imagine songs and stories. There where countless opportunities in that garden full of birds, rabbits and butterflies. Drawing and creating being my companion. I’ve  always made my own fairy tale. Growing up, getting worried and thoughtful, I got tangled up, the fairy tales faded away. Followed by my fear of failure I neglected the existence of my inner child and true self…