In October, my friend in the atelier died. She was so smart, read a lot of books and knew various things, art, literature, politics, economics and etc. She sometimes told me about them.
She drew a lot of pastel pictures, a townscape in Greek and Paris. She named her own artworks “Love and Dream”. I feel they show her condition, warm, happy, sorrow, fear, and so on.
I hope her filled with “Love and Dream” in heaven.
Recently I want to draw a picture of the respect for her in some way, a grief work. If she were alive, I’d talk to her a lot.