Itinerant Portraitist

There is a monastery across the road. Often we could hear chanting. It was beautiful. I went over to convince the nuns to have their portraits done. But they declined, insisting that I should paint God because God is beautiful and they don’t exist. Sometimes they would drop by to visit us. Once they brought gifts of Mochi for Oona and I. I ate mine. I thought it would be good luck. Oona ‘dropped’ hers near a stray dog, but the dog did not eat it.