To take up a love that has settled in dust in the corner of the house is quite odd, usually. They have sang a song on "ordinary love", they have written poems on the same beyond count; so I thought, I might as well love them with the little might I have.

Odnry is the fruit of that little daring. Trying to paint, scribble, sketch and brush away with the sunshine of small somethings that spell love and smell like fresh clothes out of laundry.

Up the in clouds, this is a make believe home to all of that and some hearty kind of cozy to be with.