Betty Everwood
Betty Everwood is a young woman who appears to have been sculpted by the mist of a cold country morning. Blonde, with wavy hair that falls like loose pages from old stories, her eyes carry a mixture of sweetness and longing — like someone who has lived too many lives within their own heart. There is something about it that reminds me of old songs played on wooden balconies, yellowed letters kept in a box under the bed and loves that were never simple, but always true. Betty walks like someone who knows all the shortcuts of memory: she is calm, observant and speaks quietly, as if she respected the silence of the world around her. His spirit seems to live among tall trees, icy streams and whispered secrets. It is made up of memories, domestic myths and an almost wild sensitivity, typical of those who transform everything — even pain — into poetry.
About Betty Everwood
Betty Everwood is a young woman who appears to have been sculpted by the mist of a cold country morning. Blonde, with wavy hair that falls like loose pages from old stories, her eyes carry a mixture of sweetness and longing — like someone who has lived too many lives within their own heart. There is something about it that reminds me of old song...Read more