Back from Paradise Lost

I didn't know what to expect from the exhibition. I didn't try to imagine Anything that could compose her Paradise Lost nor to remember Anything from mine but Everything was there. There were the dreams, the friends, the sun, the shadows, the trains, the times when we all were fearful, unconcerned, serene, faithful, confident but also absorbed, confused, curios and lost among or behind all the Things.

Please, allow me to introduce Elian and a part of her, your, my Paradise Lost. 

Elian was simply flowing in her Paradise!

Photo courtesy of Sanziana Craciun.