Last night was a warm lazy summer night. Oliver and I bought ice cream bars and walked up and down his street. It was a nice night to be walking around Portero Hill. We could see the fog rolling in over the city lights and it was a such a nice warm night.
When we came back, we decided to paint pictures of each other. I love the results!
Portrait of me, as painted by Oliver
Is it terrible that I couldn't stop cracking up when he showed it to? He kept staring very intently at me when he was painting, i guess to capture my expression on paper? Hehehe. To be fair the black paint was sealed so tightly neither of us could get the cap off. I just keep thinking how much it looks like child's drawing. I love it!
My painting of Oliver.