Cleaning up my mother’s house I discovered this old sketch. I haven’t seen it for decades but once it was there, I immediately remembered it. Looking at the picture I see myself as a teenager sitting and staring at those bananas wondering how to get those black & brown patches on yellow without making it all a muddy experience. I also remember that I thought that the table and the shadow was a total failure. It is a wonder that the drawing survived. It is good that it has been hidden for so many years. Now it is just a nostalgic memory. Probably the best fate for failed projects.
The small crystal vase is still in the family so the next generations can recreate the scenery and improve my version.