Gina had to stay inside the house and during our breakfast on the terrace, I could prevent further encounters by using the coffee table as a barrier. I couldn’t find out the reason why the turtle always went straight into my direction, but it scared me right away. It was a big turtle with many children. I have no idea what she wanted from me. Anyway she used to pee right next to my chair. Our host was quite amused by my stories, however, since I was the only person who had problems with the turtles she couldn´t give me any advice on how to avoid unwanted encounters with the turtles. From that moment on I was devastated by the idea that the turtles could attack again. In the afternoon the action continued. A piece of cactus was eaten off and Gina was accused of the infamous action. The next morning, I felt relieved when our host and I observed the oldest turtle delightfully nibbling on the cactus.
oil on canvas, painted on a canvaswrapped woodden frame