Fellini; graphite pencil on paper, 21 x 15 cms
Went to visit our daughter, working in a dressage stable, over New Year’s Eve. Short hours of daylight followed by cold, clear nights with Venus and the crescent moon over dark meadows. Those noble horses.
And then, bombs over Gaza.
Returning home, 16 degrees below zero, freezing cold in the studio. And for the people locked up in Gaza: still more bombs, missiles, shooting.