My Attic Studio
My life has been an ascent and descent of attic stairs. Those wooden stairs are ancient, like climbing a step pyramid, so steep, and forget about sneaking in late at night because my parents could here anybody climbing such stairs, even at the peek of their sleep. On your way up these stairs, you'll see drawings that I did when I was 7 or 8 or 9, younger years, with pencil and marker, and finger paintings. My sisters also wrote something on these walls, words like peace and love, or their favorite "hotty" on some TV show for teens.