This summer, we decided to change the wallpapers. I took advantage of the one day when the walls stood bare, and fulfiled a childhood dream - drew on them! The hall was turned into a museum of personal memories. And just like real memories, the drawings are now unseen, hidden by wallpaper, but still there, still existing. Just like the place depicted in the engraving (aqua forte, aqua tinta) - a half-real place, the inside of the mind.
