Antiques stir my imagination! They whisper stories in my ear, when I am at the brocante market the parade of history and culture walk alongside of me. In my hand they slip notes that tell me where they have been, collecting these notes has been my passion for years, the stories of past lives wanting to be heard.
I experience déjà-vu when I am at the brocante market…the old soul of antiques breath upon my skin, opening a hidden passage, beckoning me like an old friend, they hold out their hand, and I gladly take it.
When I surrender to my passion, unchartered waters give way, nourishing my creativity.
What stirs you to go beyond yourself?
photo: A shell box, lace, old French money, & a postcard of a girl who likes over-sized hats.
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