My last night looked like this. Sitting at my grandfather's traveling easel, I spent a romantic hour alone with nature and watercolors. Sometimes I really wanted to draw on the street. But I know from experience that people passing by are curious to look in and find out what is happening there)) And yesterday, there was no one on the street. It's natural for the place where I live now)) It's the same feeling when you get what you've been dreaming about for a long time.
