Doudou is my dog, my favorite pet of course. He loves to roll in the snow and run up and down mountain slopes. He gets so frenzied he can’t stop wagging and turning in circles and jumping. When is the last time I so a human so happy simply to be able to move and sniff around?
She chose a pen name: Artemisia, because of the story behind the other name, the God given one. She grows, zucchini, rucola, beans and sage in her garden, and loves to sleep under trees and walk in woods. Her eyes are green, somewhere between aspen’s needles and moss, but near the sea they become turquoise. She lives near the mountains, she has a mountain soul, old and solid and with cracks in the tectonic plaque, migration leaves crevasses in memory and then moss grows on the lips of the crevasse. Her daughter asks her daily what is her favorite color, guess? The leaves of the lemon tree. The walls of the new workshop. The recycling bin.
