en enfance
It had been a long time since I last went to the home of my childhood. It was still there, wrapped in the greenest nature. After a long day of hard work digging ground and breaking stones, I used a relaxed sunday to sit under the hazel tree and paint the garden's entrance. I used pigment ink for the lines and ocre watercolor for the values.
![100718 Aquarelle Le jardin Artigues](Data/Db/Library/224_file-v1.jpg)
My parents often have some strange things to show, and sometimes of those items that have the touching, somehow magic effect of the old-fashioned objects.
Really our electronic technophile world didn't produce such treasure as this archaic-looking device. Guess what, this thing peals apples, removes their core and cuts them into slices, in nothing more than a few turns of crank.
(then it became the model of my second little watercolor of the day)
![100718 Aquarelle La machine à pommes](Data/Db/Library/225_file-v1.jpg)
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Long live the arts!
pleasant feelings...