14.DAM
THE COLONEL'S HOUSE
This house belonged to, or still belongs to, the colonel, a retired military officer from the region where I was born.
His son used drugs. I did too. But I was in the process of quitting.
His son painted pictures. I did too, and I was in the midst of defining my style.
The house is, or was, located on the edge of a dam in a nearby town, near nowhere.
I went to stay with him to try to be a positive influence. It didn't result in much, for my companion.
However, for me, it was one of the valuable experiences. I would paint all day, get tired, and swim across the dam.
At first by kayak, then I began taking breaks in the middle of the lake, and soon I was swimming across the lake to relax.
