Last week I received a huge pile of boxes from my great-grandfathers house who passed away recently. He was an artist, gardener and loved to make jokes.
We were not very close, but the art somehow connected us. He was a man of many trades in art useing aquarells, making cartoons and wood prints, but also painted small and huge oil paintings especially landscapes.
When I went through a basket full of art supplies, I discovered precious things. A receipt for his school money for art school. Sketches of sleeping beauty for a childrens book. Typography practice sheets. Glittering bronce powders wrapped in old papers. Lots and lots of pencils.
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