Sharon Mertins was born during the disco years somewhere underneath the deep Guatemalan sky. She lost her pixie ears at a very young age and it was her enduring pursuit to find them again that veered her into a life of endless word slinging.
She’s a master dreamer based in Berlin, where she spends her time knitting strands of thoughts together, trying to make sense of them by turning them into elaborate tales.
Stories:
literally stories 