Amazing what you can find when redecorating your living room and going trough a huge pile of old junk you managed to collect. I've just found today one of my small sketch books, dated "Monday 12th November 1990"! No tears were running on my cheeks mind you; nothing like that guy from Amelie who weep when he found his childhood mementos in a phone box. Rather, rather, it felt like a time travelogue if I can say that of what I was doing back then, subjects I was interested for on-the-fly sketches by then; the artists I was studying, reading about and copying, like Seurat,Turner; before mobiles, tablets, and some others gadgets we all have now. Somehow, somewhere we lost something because of too much gadgetry or perhaps we have gained an extra faculty? hard question.
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