Angus is coming along.
It’s day three of working on him.
The work was interrupted by a dragon order.
That little guy is popular. This dragon went to Austin. Is SXSW still going on?
Those white squiggles at the end of Angus’ tendrils are tight spaces I have to get into with a small brush and a steady hand. I should have painted the black coat before I painted the hair.
I’m doing the red guitar, the sweet Gibson SG today. I love Gibsons, too.
I sold my little thrift shop deers. Found them Tuesday. Sold them late Wednesday.
Would have made a nice little profit but for the fact the buyer lives in Belgium. I seriously undercharged for shipping. Oh, well.
She should be happy with them. They were sweet.
Frank and I watched a documentary about Paul Klee last night. He lead a strange life, dedicated to art but in that kind of hyper-analytical way. He was a strange mix of impulses.
This is a sweet life. Everybody I love you.