I have an old French friend. See it peeking out in the left corner of the canvas.
How many moves, thrown away, lost, forgotten, given to the friends things. He endured all the storms in my life and stayed with me warming my shoulders.
Needless to say, that he fits into any wardrobe as a continuation of the warm colors of my face and hair. The most beautiful scarf I have ever met!
Now don't you think it's just a drape for the background?