Vera's photographs and ink crafted pages are liquid melancholy to my heart, it sinks in them. Every piece of her little world has more meaning to me than I could ever express in mere words. Everything she does has the hazy tones of sunsets you would never want to forget, that make you cry when you remember, and you can… Read more

Vera's photographs and ink crafted pages are liquid melancholy to my heart, it sinks in them. Every piece of her little world has more meaning to me than I could ever express in mere words. Everything she does has the hazy tones of sunsets you would never want to forget, that make you cry when you remember, and you can't help it (not knowing if it's happiness or your heart breaking or what it is). Has the soft scent of pine trees from the depths of forests, the texture of old books locked in drawers by sad hands, and the delicate sound of thunderstorms behind windows. Everything is mesmerizing. True, marvellous, and unique. Vera, I love you.