Husb and I were in Dieppe last week with some friends. It’s a fabulous place to stroll around and we climbed up above the ancient castle to look over the town. I took the opportunity to sketch a bit and as I drew, a small French boy came up to me and asked, in French, if I was a painter. Now I’m all for trying to speak the local language when I travel. I think it shows respect and consideration, so I mustered up my best pidgin French and replied to the small boy’s question. To the delight of my friends, who speak the language, I confidently assured the little lad that I am indeed, a paintbrush.
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Funny! 🙂 Have a lovely day.
Reminiscent of Kennedy’s comment in Berlin where he declared he was a cream cake.
Hahaha yes
That was funny. I think of you more as a pencil or a pen 🙂
I’m definitely a pen 🙂
I just love the way you do these sketches on paper fragments. Someday (i.e. when I think sufficiently in advance to prepare the paper) I am going to plagiarise this approach – when this happens, please see it as a tribute. Off out now for an hour’s sketching on plain white paper.
Hahaha thanks you 😀
great drawing for a “paintbrush” 🙂
Hehe thanks
hahaha, the small boy moved away from me quickly
Brilliant! It really was LOL time!