Christmas card for my family, showing the view from Inge´s house in Italy (a pretty fanciful version of it). There is intentionally little Christmas in it.
I hate airports ans I try try to avoid them. There was no way to get to Lunigiana by train in time (this was not a holiday by any means). I had to wait quite a long time, so I took out my sketchbook.—
My adopted father Reiner died about two weeks ago. I made this for his obsequies. If you had known him all this would have made sense. He was slightly eccentric in a very charming way, so there are a lot symbols. I miss him.