tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20370469418880890232012-01-25T15:16:39.236-08:00i l l u s t r a t i o n &amp; p h o t o g r a p h sTine Drefahlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05971215192469015911noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037046941888089023.post-28253779703126330952008-12-26T06:36:00.001-08:002008-12-26T06:36:38.916-08:00"Sometimes I carry pictures inside me - for weeks, even months - they mature until one day they will be born. Like little pieces of a mirror they reflect my memories of moods, certain incidents or from my childhood stories. I follow the path of my past and I am inspired by everything that happens around me - everything I see and smell, everything I taste and feel - all of which turns into memories. It's like I'm wandering around on a huge spiral staircase, opening doors here and there - discovering..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037046941888089023-2825377970312633095?l=tinedrefahl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tine Drefahlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05971215192469015911noreply@blogger.com0