On My Pink Fridge

I always liked how a fridge becomes a little gallery—of places, moods, and days you don’t want to forget. That’s the feeling I chased here. These drawings started as separate moments, each one with its own story. A sleepy cat in the window. A walk by the sea. Sun-drenched laundry in a backstreet. And somehow they came together like postcards pinned on my fridge.

It reminds me of the time when people used to send postcards—real ones, handwritten, with stamps and all. We’d stick them on the wall or the fridge with magnets, and they’d stay there for weeks, even months. Not everything was stored in a phone or a computer. You could see a moment every day just by opening the fridge door.

The pink wasn’t random—it’s playful, warm, and a bit nostalgic. Maybe it's the Pink Martini vibe I had in my head: jazzy, sunny, with a wink. The kind of feeling that makes you dance a little while making coffee.