Life from Canada to Latin America, one word at a time.
I once bought a pair of yellow wax eyes at the bottom of the walking trail up to Monserrate in Bogota. As I climbed the stairs, I kept noticing vendors selling wax body parts. Arms. Legs. Torsos. Pregnant bellies. Pilgrims carried them with them and left or burnt them at the top. Rather than placing
A little something I made for work, sharing here.
My name is Anna and I am a cultural consumer. I collect experiences and artesania like other people fill books with stamps. My dream: a (big) home filled with things from around the world. I envision myself greeting guests and then storytelling them around my home, my style and self represented through everything made by
Anna L. Vogt 