Dangling from a log in front of the door was a rusted and chipped black lantern. As we searched for things to paint, my older sister's gaze fell upon the ancient object, and an idea formed.
Having seen my experiments with truck art, she declared that that was what we (16 and 19) would do on the lantern.
Sometimes we painted simultaneously, other times we sat in our own time and worked away at the finer details.
Two different styles of painting emerged on the surface, and the object was no longer recognizable.
Painting and spraying a curved surface was no picnic, but the challenge increased our vigour, and the end result was well worth it.
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