The homecoming chronicled month by month, in four series, written by Sonia herself.
The Indian ink is travelling with me. The sable brushes are travelling with me. The Pantiles, somehow, is travelling with me too, even though it stays exactly where it is.
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A note about metallic gold, copper watercolour, and how a lion catches the light differently when you have not seen one in eight years.
Read the entryA couple under an umbrella, a grey English afternoon, and the moment art came back into my life as something I could not live without.
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