17/01/17Today my inner child is a hopelessly romantic soul who fills her life with that of romantic novels and daydreams of what might be.
In the room she sits surrounded by prettiness at every glance. All objects have to be both admired and loved for her to let them in this creative space.
The heavy scent of fading roses lingers in the air and a musical box makes a curious, melancholy sound to fill the room.
The lace, ribbon and jewels make her heart sing and her soul sparkles in the unexpected sunlight.
Jo Allen - artist, photographer and curator of curios