T H
E H O L I D A Y

In the foothills
of the Alps, in sight of Monte Rosa, my brother and his wife
have an old villa. I took Pollyanna there to meet the whole family,
and painted
each of them a souvenir watercolour painting of the part they
liked most.
There were ten in all, above is the space inside the front door.

On
the right is the other side of the same door,
I am engaged in painting a portrait of their daughter
supervised by my brother and one of the local cats.