CharlotteElric

Born under a cabbage leaf in the hot summer of 1994, covered in stork feathers and placenta. Always searching for new horizons since.
Curiosity leads her through the many worlds of words and languages, interesting people, images and arts, superstitions and fairytales, and most of all the otherness that can be found on the periphery of our lives, the strange and grotesque, the absurd and unnerving ... that topsy turvy in between place where things are not quite what they seem.
Charlotte, what's in a name... Spirited, pithy, funny, cheeky, cult or sometimes just sulky. Always scanning the limits that enthralls her: fragile, powerful, humoristic and ironic at the same time. In her own way, averse to big words and clichés.