There are some things that I can plot back to that little girl - when repetition began. 

(1) Romance ... 

I realise I do time traveling with words that I did not have when I was a little girl. 

I remember when red had no meaning. 

I have a memory of walking down my primary school hall, with people making a coridoor, crowds standing to the left and on the right. I was ringing a gold bell; wearing a bride maids dress that I had once worn for a wedding and holding a reindeer by its bridle. I was leading the way for santa claus who was walking behind the reindeer.

(2) Magic / Enchantment... Fairy Tales...

extracts from The Song of Solomon 

In 2013 - in a little attic room in Amsterdam, I thought of Anne Frank and I thought of acts of love. I plotted a micro act of love for my then-boyfriends birthday. I put a row of little stickers all the way along the wall of an alley. They showed images that I had made with the help of my friend Sarah Hero. It was very refreshing to be up before dawn, trespassing the city wall - with the police station not too far away... 

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