Ewa Jozefkowicz > Quotes

“I felt a cold rush of air. The shadow and smoke cleared and I was lifted in a single jerking motion by a pair of string hands. I could clearly see the skin - soft, leathery brown. I knew who the hands belonged to. The shadow man. The color thief.”
― Ewa Jozefkowicz, The Mystery of the Colour Thief

“The crawling began in my stomach as I counted the colours left. Purple, red and black. I couldn't let him take red. That much I knew. When red and purple were gone, there would only be the washed-out emptiness of the Blackest Day.”
― Ewa Jozefkowicz

“I stared at the exact view that she'd painted. I wanted to remember - what she'd said, the smell of tubes of acrylic scattered on the grass, the sharp tang of the cheese and ketchup sandwiches. I sat for what could have been minutes or could have been hours, but nothing came back to me. Nothing, except that flicker of an image of the two of us there.”
― Ewa Jozefkowicz, The Mystery of the Colour Thief