One of my favourite childhood books was about a little girl that lived alone with her grandmother. She only had her imagination for company. Inanimate objects would jump to life and join her on adventures. I think the dancing lady in this photo is about to make a similar leap.
I took this photograph down a laneway at an artist market in Castlemaine (Australia). I think the aged brickwork and depth of colour is exquisite. This whimsical piece of street art warms my heart. I want to go back there and dance. Maybe you do too?
xx Isabella