'pink rose and mocha squared' by myra anderson painter of the ballerina sketch . . .
It was the day of all days . . . finally I would meet the Great Mr. Degas. I giggled and hugged myself as I glanced out the window onto the sun drenched garden. The fragrant smell of roses and tulips and daffodils filled the afternoon air. Then we stood and applauded as Mr. Degas strode into the room. 'Today . . .' he said in that beautiful baritone voice . . . 'today we are going to talk about my ballerina painting process.' 'How do I choose a composition? What medium will I choose? What new technique will I develop?' 'But - before we start painting are there any questions?' 'Yes I have a question Mr. Degas!' I said as I raised my hand in awe - my hand trembling every so slightly . . . 'What are we having for lunch?'