WINTER STORIES

Pages of a diary

I come from Montreal and those pages are from a Klimt-book a lover gave me.

They contain a story I wrote recently, the first of a series of feedbacks to moments I lived this winter. It tells the story of the night, who falls in love with someone, and it’s the beginning of my winter.

I exchanged it for one of Barbara’s etching of a rocking horse because it reminds me of the one I had when I was a child.

Julian