Every autumn I get a severe attack of Van Morrison craving. I listen to his music all the time, while dreaming of being in the Cotswolds in England (yes, I know he is Irish, but in my head his music blends perfectly with the Cotswolds and lots of sheep, I don't know why...). This year this craving came particularly early, already in the midst of august it hit me, so I had to make a little painting of it.
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