When my father passed away, I decided his world is so wonderful, and I do have a a talent to to draw and a joy in telling stories. In a way, it would be a bit of a pity to just leave it standing there as it is. Though I practiced a lot, his drawing style imitating his sense of humor or emulating his sense of humor continues to be a huge challenge for me. But I have a lot of fun with it. And it's fun too because it keeps me in close contact with him.
You described your father's studio smelling of sharpened pencils. Paper. And paper. Exactly. He also glued together everything with a product which was called rubber cement Right.
Which I don't know if it's very healthy to inhale. No. I think it's had, like, an acetone Right. To it. But it had a very typical smell of an artist's studio.
And those are smells which I if I if when I smell something like that, then it always takes me back to to those times and it's yes. Uh-huh. What's your studio like then? Is it got the sort of same Just about the same without the rubber cement.