Some were finished, some were only just begun and had then been discarded.
She felt sure that Adam had a touch of genius in his painting because his method was revolutionary.
But Impressionism was, she knew, unappreciated and roundly denounced by those who admired the traditional techniques of portraying what they saw.
She only wished that her father was with her, to tell her what he thought of Adam’s paintings.
Her instinct, however, told her that Adam was good. At least, if not yet very experienced, going in the right direction so that perhaps one day he would be acclaimed.
‘I hope so, I do hope so!’ she thought fervently, but did not ask herself why it mattered so much.
She had joined Danny at the edge of the sea, when a long time later Adam came back.
Having removed her shoes an
