This collection is short of four angels. Starting from September I couldn't concentratre on drawing or updating my pages. First, it was the harvest season in the fields and garden and second, my godmother fell ill. She spent almost three months in hospital and died in the middle of the darkest December. She went home for Christmas.
She used to say, seeing me out the door every time I left: "The angels will go with you and they will protect you, wherever you go."
