I smell a hyacinth and I am 7 years old again – I am playing in a garden from a fairytale, that my grandmother told me about myself. There are more scents that let me travel in time like that – the scent of the garden rose takes me inside a Hans Christian Andersen tale.

74 x 47 cm, ed. 10 + 5 AP, 2011, mixed media, pigment print on archival paper