ATTIC PLAY
My grandfather was a painter, photographer, decorator, joker and eternal kid at heart. His attic was his playground. As a kid, I spent hours here, building small boats, roaming around his gems or dressing up for carnival, but as an adult, I never managed to play along. In the winter 2026, my grandfather died, leaving the attic and all his creations to be. Now, I hope it's not too late to play along.
