Before sunrise, sometime after 5: 00 a.m., the first light comes onto the windowsill in our bedroom, it is a delicate and graceful light, unlike any other light in the day, it seems to caress, rather than brighten the small vase filled with fresh flowers, and brings to life the rocks Maria has collected over time, and on our various walks. All of them were chosen for a reason – color or shape – even though the reason is often unseen and unknown by me.

In this sense, this gallery is a personal thing, a labor of live, seen by no one but us. I wanted to share it to you, it is the first thing I see in the morning, and one of the most important. The windowsill gallery speaks of love and creativity.