#*gio 02

“dios mio, gio-- i don’t mean to shame someone for their lack artistic abilities but are you really going to use that size twenty flat brush for detailing?” she laughed, open mouthed and inelegant, as she wiped her fingers against her smock before reaching forwards to grab her third ( or was it fourth? ) glass of wine. “this wine is divine, by the way, i can’t believe they have it here.” trust ariel bragança to find a random wine and watercolour session for expats in a gallery just north of the city centre, roping in her cousin was easy after he heard the word ‘wine’.