My strand of claim to being an artist is my calligraphy (e.g. the complete book of Psalms) of millennium ago.

The wannabe artist escapes often to Hotel Le Royal for receptions/meetings and the Elephant Bar, when Cambodia becomes too insane, to contemplate why she didn't take up the life of a calligrapher or a contemplative in South Africa's Drakensberg. (Dec. 2009, Roland Neveu).