PETER DAVEY - ARTIST, WRITER AND POET

Thursday, 22 January 2015



This is one of many quick sketches I made in a very ancient and abandoned vineyard on the outskirts of Paziols about twenty miles west of Perpignan in the foothills of the Pyrenees.

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