Il fait froid, les premiers flocons tombent. Je me réfugie dans mon atelier et dans un sujet glané sur le chemin de Compostelle il y a 7 ans. L'espace d'une matinée, tout en peignant cette acrylique, je suis de nouveau dans ce gîte si accueillant d'Argagnon, en France, et il me semble même y entendre le banjo que jouait le propriétaire du Cambarrat.
It's cold, the first snow flakes are falling. I am cosily in my studio involved in a subject picked along the Compostelle pilgrimage 7 years ago. Half of a day painting this acrylic and I am back to this so nice home in Argagnon, France, and I have even the impression of hearing the owner playing the banjo.
It's cold, the first snow flakes are falling. I am cosily in my studio involved in a subject picked along the Compostelle pilgrimage 7 years ago. Half of a day painting this acrylic and I am back to this so nice home in Argagnon, France, and I have even the impression of hearing the owner playing the banjo.
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