Summer arrived at midnight last night. Not that we take any notice of that slight fact in England where it has been raining like a mother for the past two weeks after a wonderful April and May, full of sunny days and longer nights. June hasn't been too hot.
Summer is the time when all things grow, plants, hair, relationships, children. I am using the little wooden chair as leitmotiv, as a visual anchor to classify some of my children's artifacts, toys, books, clothes, to establish a summary of elements that they have outgrown on the way to yet another summer. The chair will be the permanent object in an otherwise changing tableau.
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