The attic is the place where Jambutter spends most of his time. It’s a space filled with memories, a place where time feels like it has truly stopped. Warm rays of sunlight come through the dusty window, cutting through the cobwebs and lighting up abandoned boxes, old clothes, and stacks of newspapers meant to be keepsakes from past events. To most people, an attic like this is just a storage space for useless stuff, but for Jambutter it’s his base of operations a perfect hideout from which he sets off on his nightly adventures for sweet treasures.
For him, the attic isn’t just a shelter. It’s a place where he can truly be himself, where every dusty object tells a different story. It gives him a sense of safety, like a time capsule holding echoes of the past, and he is its only listener and guest.
The house shown in the drawings is an old stone residence with solid brick walls, an arched entrance, and a tall roof hiding a dark attic. Its architecture is meant to feel half fairytale, half real, inspired by the world seen through a child’s eyes, a place full of mystery, imagination, and magic. The atmosphere is warm, nostalgic, and slightly mysterious, shaped by the building’s age and the traces of the past it carries.