She paints in acrylic t-shirts. On the day in the city was held a fair, where she exhibited her "work" essays.
Her trade fair administration even made a small banner for free. Literally :
T-shirts with acrylic paint. Made by hands.
We sit with her, we talk, here a crowd of copters falls and they begin to look at the banner and the goods. I was stressed. The men kept silent for three minutes, only whistling with their eyes. And then one of them issued: Well, the shit is not made with feet...