I had a walk with my sister at museum yesterday. I found it’s a good place to draw.
Many paintings of Monet were around the river of Seine. There is a small pond in the park. I saw two white swans in the center of the pond. It’s a special scene beyond description. A lot of complicated feeling emerged at the moment. The unforgettable grassland concert, my father, my sister, myself…etc. Yeah, it is a priceless memory.
Next time, when I have a day off, I will go there to paint, especially to accompany my sister. What we can seize is only the memory that we do something together. It looks like a bit sorrowful. However, what we can do is less, follow the fate and accept the truth.