Really doesn’t capture the glow, but I’ll note my neighbor’s stucco is white.
In my childhood home hung a framed artwork. It was an animal of sorts, in crayon. In the style of Guatemalan weaving. Unmistakable.
My father kept the car stocked with art supplies back then. It was, for a time, a Sanctuary transport. Often his passengers were kids. Sometime really little ones.
I’m sharing this not to boast on my dad, but because there are always examples out there. Just might not find them in a tidy book or wiki page. Hell, it’s not alway documented but word of mouth for decades FOR REASONS. (Safe for me to mention now.)
I wonder about those travellers, now 4 decades on.But for their safety, we only knew dad’s leg in their journey.
(Reposted because decadal typo.)
Hence the supplies, which were often sent onwards with the kids
One of them drew that on the brief journey & gave it to him.
It hung in a prominent place in the house, where dad & all of us would see it everyday. It was deliberate.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about it a lot.