One day, when I walk away...

Some times in life there are happenings, little things you feel sorry about.
Things who are not the biggest matter, but still you feel sad.
You feel powerless, because there is and there was nothing you could do or have done, to avoid the happening.

Something like that happened last night with me.
I'm a big collector of junk stuff, vintage and so on.
I look for it everywhere.
I found some old cups in Belgium and some old vintage children's books.
I bought it last January online, and it has been lost on a ( for me ), terrible way...
Gone ( that is what we think happened ),in the recycle box with Christmas paper...OHHHH?
I still can't believe it, but I can 't do anything, it has been an accident.

So I couldn't bring the little box to Italy.
I felt sorry for the items, that after so many years they lost life.
Last night and also today I struggled with the idée...
but now, slowly I thought that,
maybe it's time for me,
to make a little artwork by myself and...
I will send that ahead in time , when then,
one day, I'm gone with the clouds,
this little art piece,
will be,
a witness of my being,
of my time
the time in where we all together life.

That's why I love " junk stuff", it's a tangible proof of time and people passed away.
Suzanne.