The open summer drawing class starts in summer vacation. This time, Grandpa accompanies me despite his fragile and weak body. I carry cotton balls for the clouds; blue, white, black, and brown tube colours, one thin and one thick brush, a palette, and water. I am all set to have my maiden strokes with my first painting brush under the banyan tree.
mackerel sky
the crunch
of the forest fire
I stick the cotton on the passing clouds and a little brown on the fallen tree, mix a little black to strengthen the branches’ crust. The uprooted roots catch my attention as the brown and black colours get smudged.
My eyes meet Grandpa's as he waves his hands to carry on.
geriatric window
a tender creeper hooks
on a rose plant