It somehow happened that from an early age my mother taught me pretty things. Fresh flowers on the table, beautiful dishes, a carefully ironed tablecloth, vases all over the apartment, neatly arranged books, paintings and photographs hung on the walls, figurines. All this created an atmosphere in which I wanted to be special, in which I wanted to get better and better, I wanted to see and create beauty.
Beauty and Aesthetics
It somehow happened that from an early age my mother taught me pretty things. Fresh flowers on the table, beautiful dishes, a carefully ironed tablecloth, vases all over the apartment, neatly arranged books, paintings and photographs hung on the walls, figurines. All this created an atmosphere in which I wanted to be special, in which I wanted to get better and better, I wanted to see and create beauty.