Vsevolod Sharko

Navel of the Aegean Sea Vsevolod Sharko

Our loud and numerous family traveled around Greece for the total offive months. We met and parted, roamed the shores and hiked themountains, laughed or kept silence, where the air soaked with light'sphotons slowly climbed the hot rocks. We ate strange creatures anddrank home-made wines. We followed the trails of the Greek kingsbarefoot and skinny-dipped in salty seas. Yet, whatever we did inGreece, we were completely and infinitely happy. And, of course, we drew. Sometimes thoroughly, easels standing tall, and sometimes on the go, in the old notebooks, everywhere on eachand every occasion