Geran is a true artist. He has a light-filled apartment with squeaking wooden floor and a huge table covered with endless amount of brushes, pencils, cutting tools and odd, colourful paper pieces. There are all kinds of peculiar objects and sculptures on the windowsills, table corners and hiding between the flower pots. It feels as if everything is alive; also due to countless amounts of plants jungling from near the ceiling or laying lazily on bookcases and flowers, both fresh and dried.