The Musketeers
We attended some painting lessons in a school of art, we met there and quite soon we get along. This is a hazard of hearts as we never choose our classmates (it usually depends on the timetable). I am quite sure the foundations of our friendship are our very different painting styles. We choose our teachers all along our way, the masters in the museums who lead us with their influence, these ones we consider our mates but who aren’t able to help us when we face the truth and who leave us alone. The real marks, the most important knowledges and the funniest ones are those from our friends. I enjoyed sitting in front of an easel, close to them and, from time to time, to make a break…