


Last sunday would have been the 55th birthday of my love, AM. For her rememberance I made these poles with colourful painted clay saucers, little plant-pots and stones. I buried these poles, flat, halfway in the ground and layed some colourful painted cobblestones as well, like the ones I kneel on(Notice that I painted one on the pavement in my backgarden, as well). At the grave I could feel her more clearly through the colours.