Little Ballerina

Her story is a strange one. She was born somewhere in Russia during 2007 in the room of a hotel which housed a Romanian UNESCO expedition. Her parents are a couple of painters, sculptors, photographers who were part of the expedition and apparently were pretty bored.

She was made from a fork, a plain object and became a ballerina, rising from her low statute to the true expression of art through movement. She isn’t very tall but despite of this she is pleased with herself.

She had a somewhat tragic faith: she was lost during the return of our artists and wasn’t found until one day my father started emptying his case for another expedition and there she was; he was pleased and relieved in seeing nothing bad had happened to her and they all got together again and drank for her safe return.

The pictures speak for themselves (the camera isn’t too good and the lighting could have been better, I know, you smurky photographers).