My grandma is a craftswoman . She used to work at a Talavera pottery studio and sometimes I would skip school and join her at work. She would give me an imperfect blank pottery piece and lend me her painting supplies so I could create my own art.
Done with dip pen and black Talens Indian ink. The dip pen is very old, 1967, I used it at school when I was 10. The next year we started to use fountain pens. Only the nib I used was ofcourse new.
A few days ago, I could see a flock of quail, they came directly to my window, when one of them did not manage to climb with the others and crashed into my window. I quickly went to see her but she had already died.
