Madeline lives in a rather tiny appartment with her father and a cat called Balthus. There are other creatures of course, which are the product of Madeline and Balthus' imagination who have taken up residence amongst the shadows, behind the curtains and drapes, whilst the more bashful ones take to nestling inside the small cracks in the skirting boards or beneath the tattered remains of Madeline's great grandmothers Persian carpets. Madeline's father tries very hard to pretend that he cannot see them. But Madeline's father is a clever man, who understands the spaces between words and the messages whispered on the night wind that so often take the form of small birds and translucent butterflies, or the songs which have been serenading Madeline ever since she was very small. Madeline knows that her father knows, but they never speak of it. Balthus collects dove's wings and small balls of his own fur which have taken on a life of their own. They are occasionally rather troublesome.
Madeline now has her own Gallery set.