Two weeks away from my (behind schedule) vanishing act, in couple of hours respite from untangling 8 years overstay in the European Union, includes surviving several assassination attempts and interior ministry order expelling me, I picked up a set of pastels and a sheet of paper and did what I had not in some 35 years; played the artist.
This is encouraging, when the maize and other crops are in, if there is inopportune weather for taking up fishing rod, I’ve found something to do; despite my neurological impairment. Pastels are forgiving media.
Paintings on wall
The little collection of impressionist paintings is beings disposed of; but will be recalled with this single, modest effort –