October 8, 2010
I found lovely place near the sea and started sketching. Then fell asleep. When I woke up I realised that the sun did great job over my skin, I was burnt! Legs, arms, face (excepting the sunglasses), holes in my saldals, mark of the watch on the arm.
This is another great quality of sketching: when you look at the picture your memory shows you the impressions of the time passed. Diary without words.
The tree was in bloom and I documented it.
Do you know the color of the Adriatic sea? Look at it!