“Amante” came to visit me for two days in Dublin.
Because of the rain she suggested we should paint. (Another time she convinced me that we should buy clay and make a small statue.)
In the late nineties I painted quite a lot under the influence of Pablo van Dijk, a fairly beautiful con man who disappeared out of my life as con men tend to do. (The last time I saw him the booze and his beauty seemed to be competitors; the booze was winning.)