My late dear grandfather was a painting artist. He was my teacher and source of inspiration when I was a child. I remember sitting next to him on weekends, when he attended to oil painting up in our family house’s attic. I sat beside him one day back in 1996 and quickly draw this sketchy portrait, I was 21 back then. He passed away a few years ago and ever since I have been searching for this portrait which I felt captured his smiling spirit as I always saw it! A while ago I found it in a long lost folder, together with many other drawings of mine from that time. God rest his soul …
