The other day I was painting away on my balcony. There´s plenty of sea view (I can even see the entrance to the Canal) but there´s also this view:
And as latin as Panama is, everytime I step on the balcony (be it to water my plants or hang clothes to dry), I hear the men working there whistling and shouting comments. This may sound like I´m bragging, but hearing the comments you´d know that I´m not. Just not.
Anyway, so the other day I was painting and I start hearing this guy shouting and shouting, and repeating the same word over and over. Normally I just ignore it as white noise and concentrate on the waves, but this time it surfaced to conscience.
I pause. I look over.
There´s this guy, holding his protective yellow helmet on one hand, waving and shouting: "paint me! paint me!".
I wonder what he´d think if I asked him to model. In the nude.
Anyway, I finished my first canvas here in Panama:
(...and I really, really need to replace my camera. It will be 6 years old in February.)
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