This house, a short way from where we stayed on a farm near San Gemini, had been brutalized by earthquake and abandoned. It begged to be painted and I climbed on to nearby water tank to do the work. The colours, the cracks, the shapes!
As I worked an Alfa-Romeo saloon packed with old, black-clad folks came along and stopped. They all looked hard at me with unsmiling faces. I had the feeling that the house might once have been theirs and that by drawing it I was stealing its soul. Or perhaps it was crammed with cannabis - who knows?
© DON DONOVAN. donovan@ihug.co.nz
www. don-donovan.blogspot.co.nz
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