as the evening draws near and with the last musings dancing in our heads we tend to a wine and relax before a small fire that sizzles with the days paint towels. Often this is a time for reflection and discussion of culture history and politics and hailing the fighters that battle against a heartless bureaucracy. Whether its a man who wants to build a castle reflecting the tenants of classical architecture, an avid reader of ancient history that defies pompous nay-sayers to reveal the blessings of incredible archeological discoveries, or a painter that suffers the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune to uphold the craft and skill of legendary predecessors and embolden those who aspire for something superficially deep rather than deeply superficial. As we talk or view russian film clips odd will jot down an idea. It is these rudimentary sketches scribbles and notations where odd nerdrums epic paintings are born.
