In 1994 Anya came to stay with us. She was from Nizhni Tagil, a steel city in western Siberia, a couple of hours from Ekaterinburg (called Sverdlovsk at the time.) I was an exchange teacher with her mother three years earlier.
Anya, 17, had learned the art of tray painting at the tray museum in her city. Here, she majored in art at college, then with her own persistence and doggedness she began her faux painting business, first in our home town where she became known for her hand-painted Christmas balls which we took to craft shows and every December a show here in the house.
The photo shows her free-hand painting — a segment of a medallion that encircles our dining room chandelier.