Author: Isabel Curdes

Isabel Curdes

Like a kid I see and feel magic and beauty everywhere – there are mysteries behind every bend in the road, behind each tree in the forest or beyond old church walls, there is beauty among the shells on the beach, in the clouds above and the waves below, there is magic in the storm, the fog and the sunshine. I can float through ephemeral daydreams, walk through that mysterious realm which is often dark, silent and solitary, but can also be dreamy, soft and subtle, whatever I want and need it to be – a timeless place where I can be myself or whatever I want to be…”just beyond reality”.