Progressing confidently towards the dream... the transformation of a shutter

She was greying and unkempt when I first noticed her. She had been left to wither in an old barn in the Ariège, at the foothills of the Pyrénées. Her big sisters (huge old wooden doors) were still protecting her to the extent that I nearly didn't notice her there; so well was she hidden by shadows and cobwebs! She seemed so folorn that I wanted to bring her colour. I sang to her, read to her