February 26 to March 4 was the most leisurely time for Chen Zhou since arriving on the island.
During his recuperation, he could sleep as long as he wanted and cook whatever he fancied.
When the weather was slightly clear, he'd do some light work or go for walks, heading to the beach at the foot of the mountain, carrying back a bag of cement on his way back to the camp, as a form of exercise.
Occasionally, he'd have a drink, and when feeling inspired, paint a few pictures.
He painted scenes he'd never attempted before: coastal peaks, crashing waves, rising sun, orchids in dense forests, small river rock beaches...
Unfortunately, the notebook paper he brought from the boat was small, thin, not very white, and had no texture, making it unsuitable for sketching or charcoal drawing.
Of course, he also lacked proper tools for sketching.
Common pencils, pens, and less common brushes had to be self-made.
