Renovating my parents’ place I drew a tree right next to the entrance door. This tree was born out of the idea of Yggdrasil – the ancient Tree of Life. I like to believe that we are all leaves on it, made up of words that spell out the story of our lives.Once we die the leave we once were falls back to the ground and becomes the ink for new leaves on the tree. For my parents’ tree I used mirror tiles as stylized leaves. When you stand in front of them, you can see yourself as part of Yggdrasil.