Plein air for artists in Greece: we have long dreamed of getting to wonderful Greece, and here we are, finally. Trips were planned for architectural sketches, our entire wonderful company settled down on one of the streets of the small town of Vrasna opposite the 11th century church. We are drawing, about 2 hours have passed since the start of the event. And then the owner of the house near which we set up our easels comes out. He says – what are you doing? We are already tense, we think, now they will say that you can’t be here, private territory and all that… We say that we are artists, we came from Ukraine, we are painting your wonderful church. He shook his head, mumbled something (and it should be noted that the Greeks, even when they just talk, give the impression that they are quarreling). Then he went into the house with a dissatisfied look, and after 10 minutes he comes out with a tray on which there is coffee in cups, pomegranates and cookies. He says, “Please treat yourself – I’ve been watching you for 2 hours, and you still haven’t eaten anything, you can’t do that!”
