Dark but happy days

Leaving a place full of dirty snow (grey Christmas), we went past the harbour in the fog. Bound to the small town where my parents in law live. No ice on the road. A sleeping garden with finches and tits at the bird feeder.



My P-I-L liked the painting. It will be hanging near their dining table. I finished it in the meantime, added more details and colour and changed the front. Forgot to take a picture.

The light was sad! It was almost like night. Almost impossible to take photos.
J gave me a radio+MP3 player+cd player+cassette player. When we returned home on the evening of 1st Xmas day, we put it up in my room, so I can listen while painting or printing. I have so many old cassettes from the eighties: John Peel's music. I miss him still. He died way too early.
J enjoys to be sleeping late, and I have time to read the book I gave to J as one of my presents. It is about the Baroness Hilla Rebay who initiated the Guggenheim collection and made Guggenheim spend a lot of money on pictures by Kandinsky and Mondrian and other, but also on Bauer whose lack of fame today does him justice.