The sudden forced emigration wrenched me from comfortable life of a middle-aged architect into the one of an exile. Here, I began constructing a private, fairy-tale world hidden from prying eyes, which only my two daughters have access to. The world where the boundaries of possibility dissolve, the feminine fantasyland sprung from the bedtime tales mothers weave for their children. In our fantasyland, nothing is permanent. Everything shifts, transforms. Each character blending into the next, caught in a constant state of transformation.
