A kitchen, a world, a place where women spend their time, not only to cook but also to reflect, read, write and also think. There is a relaxed atmosphere in that place, you don’t have to appear or be judged for how you are dressed. Who cares if they have a little flour in their hair or their apron dirty with sauce, they always remain charming. Like when they offer you a cup of tea or talk to you about children. The conversation can continue on the patio or in the garden. It’s time to water the hydrangeas, before dark. How much poetry I see in this intimate world, enough to be interesting to my brush and pencil in search of inspiration everywhere and always where there is beauty.