I am so inspired by time.
I cannot move backward or forward. I am caught in the time as measure what we think of. Of no other reason we think than just to think. We think in soft light.
I am inspired by the contours, the hips and curves.
Sometime it’s a pair of eyes or flowing gorgeous hair. I’ve been inspired by the touch of white lace on supple skin all the way to the finger tips.
Boudoir is an illusion of reality with which we create our own private world.