A rustling, transparent bag arrived inside a magazine. The message in the bag was intended for women: a card saturated with a light fragrance.
I was more intrigued by the pictorial element of the message: a swan following the scent.
What was it? Or who?!
So little is required to create life! And art, too!
I converted it into pots. There was I, assisting
an amorous god.
And yes, the message was signed by the sender: