I sat down in a ditch beside the road, and started to sketch a beautiful farm in my Moleskine notebook. An elderly man on a bike stopped behind me after a few minutes, and said: “So you decided to draw our ruin? You should see what it looked like before. The barns had roofs, the house had beautiful plaster, and the wall wasn’t damaged.”
Well, for the man, and for all of you: >> Otevři celý článek