Cyprus has run out of water, which is a pretty unsettling thought. Eight years ago I stayed in the village of Pyla & water was delievered two/three times a week. There were two chicken coups- brown ones for eating, which ones for eggs. There was a long dirt road that led to fig trees & the village church. There was my 94-year old great uncle, Turkish boys on mopeds & more second & third cousins than I knew possible....
3x4in. Acrylic & Pen. 2008
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