Dishes in my kitchen are starting to pile up (due to broken dishwasher). I enjoy cleaning them by hand, reminds me of my childhood days. Best was when travelling on vacation back then, with our trailer staying on campgrounds in Italy, France, Sweden, Denmark, Norway etc., when we did our dishes there every night in the washhouse’s kitchen like everyone was, hearing different languages around me and most exciting: seeing foreign dish washing liquids! Fond memories.
Oil pastels and some charcoal on watercolor paper, 8″ × 1o"