
Instead of a portrait of my wife, I drew Beethoven.
As I mentioned earlier, there was no art school and no grand plan. There was, however, a funny story. My wife, an architect by education, drew a portrait of our granddaughter.
She did it with such ease that I felt a pang of jealousy and⦠decided to sketch a pencil portrait of my Kasia.
Instead of a portrait of my wife, I drew Beethoven. And that is how it all began.









