This little piece doesn't have very much to do with Granada, Spain. It's the name of a bittersweet romance by Isaac Albéniz. It was stuck in my head while I painted this and I'm sure that it must have affected the outcome, with longing hands and dandelions (both are weeds) stretching for the unreachable.
Perhaps the silly (if not tragic) situation called Dating also was on my mind; far from impossible: One side to be constantly rejected and to get desperate and insane; the other side to deal, like Penelope, with this horde of suitors gone mad. And no Ulysses in sight.
The weather has been beautiful; Swedish summer before it gets too hot. And the urge to sit in front of a laptop has been absolutely nil. So here's my first draft for the little rant above (with the same pen) omissions and mistakes now replaced with other errors and lapsi calami. Voilà.
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