Today as I stood and painted in the stairway at the Swedish Institute in Paris, a small boy came up to me.
Boy: Who is that?
Knut: It is Strindberg, he was an author.
Boy: I know. My dad likes Strindberg. I am named after him.
Knut: Your name is August?
Knut: Do you like drawing August?
Boy: I draw dragons mostly.
Knut: I used to do that as well.
Boy: What's that around him?
Knut: It's waves.
Boy: Is he in the sea?
His mother comes and wants to take a picture of August in front of the painting. August is not amused by the photo session. They go towards the exit.
Knut: Goodbye August!