Sunday roasts are the special of the day and we meet with the regulars and smile at the memorabilia along with the rough stucco paint finish, adzed ‘70’s furniture and ‘chink chink’ of the gaming machines.
Ha ha – we were found gambling by our neighbour. Our princely gambling money is a $2 allocation and for the second time in three recent visits we won enough to pay for our dinner. We left with gold coins jingling and ran in to the resident artist, Antony. He paints the most mystical images of real life subjects – read sort of gauzy and ethereal. If it is frosty, the white on a painting will glow. If it is stormy the colours will glower. We chatted and asked him what he was painting and where was he exhibiting and he was very happy, he was doing well and becoming renowned as a ‘good artist’.
Then he said, “You have some of my very good paintings.”
I said, “And, I love them.”
“I know you do.”
…and he wandered off repeating, “My very good ones….”
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