I always believe in this beautiful world, in miracles, but nowadays I grew up & like a little girl just standing in the store, waiting for the best toy I’ve ever dreamt. But there is nothing looking like my dream toy. Smth has never happened, I am waiting for nothing.

Horses again I used salt, perfume & guache than I scraped off a knife on paper this muzzle:)

I have no idea about new drawing technique or materials or forms So, I decided to use my hand, yep:) It’s a handmade in direct meaning!

I wanna do a postcard with that work с: