I usually do water based oil painting. This art store has the colours I was looking for, but it’s always nice to get lost among the canvases, notebooks and watercolors when I’m not in a hurry.


I hear an elderly couple enter, they walk slowly towards the checkout. They must be over eighty. They ask the owner to frame a print, and when they show it to him, something in the man’s tone of voice makes me come closer to see. The paint they’re asking to frame is a wall calendar they got maybe at the local bakery or at the grocery store for Christmas.


I don’t know if what I feel is tenderness, envy or admiration. All of these I guess, I’m overwhelmed. I’ll better buy the oil paints another day because today I would just babble, so I say bye and leave with my goosebumps and that lump in my throat.