Van Megh

Few weeks ago Meg took a canvas, installed it on a new easel and put a brush to it. Unlike most painters I've heard of, she doesn't expel me from the house when she's painting. I witnessed cliffs and a colorful village perched on the rock emerging from the white nothingness of the canvas. Meg is quite talented, if I may say so. It took her a long time to decide what to paint and finally start, but now she is at it every free moment of the daylight and the little village is becoming more real with every stroke of her brush. I call her Van Megh, though I hope she won't take a knife to her ears. When her first masterpiece is finished, I'll sneak a photo and blog it here.