Commission

I'm not on my usual computer, this is the best cyber image of it I could get.



Le Fin.

You Cry, I'll Clap

It's always very amusing to me when clients cry over their commissions.
But only because they are tears of joy (thankfully) which make me happy, so I jump up and down and clap my hands.

Today, in fact, I watched a woman cry in the middle of the street while I jumped up and down beside her, clapped my hands and grinned.

Odd brilliance, all around.

Please Accept My Drawing

A friend sent me this.
*Ridiculously* grand!
Hoorah for Soni!



(sorry for the small sizing)

Oh DEAR!

It seems the last two posts appear quite miserable!
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
I will have to post something happy.

*purses lips*
*squeewonks nose*

FRESH PINEAPPLE IS THE MOST DELICIOUS THING ON EARTH!
AND I HAVE A TUB FULL!!!!

How is that?
*grin*

Painting news when I have it...my paints and canvas are not currently with me....
xxxS.

Come Back

Brennen is working all day and then travelling to a gig out of town tonight.
I don't know when I'll see him.
It seems the only home I have right now is in his arms.
It's the only place I feel welcome.
I wish he would come back.

Show Cancellation

I'm miserable and upset.
I just had my house broken into (yes, those creeps came back) and am now in the process of having to find a new place to live.
Because of this I don't foresee the rest of my Starbucks paintings being done on time and I just wrote them a note cancelling my show.

I feel just rotten about it.

About everything, really.

And boy oh BOY....does my head hurt today.

10pm Tuesday

I am ridiculously, ridiculously, RIDICULOUSLY happy about the election results.
Stoked.
Elated.
Grinning.

Huzzah, Obama!

I have a new hope for this country.
It's the best I've felt about American politics since I arrived here.
Tonight I go to bed smiling.

Louis Armstrong

Billie Holiday

Robert Johnson

Nina Simone

Miles Davis

Ella Fitzgerald

Oh, But Kayne.

But my best friend called from New Zealand this morning.
He is a rockstar.
And he restores my faith in mankind, constantly.
And he added crimson to my day.

Black.

Love it.
Love him.

Click.

In other news, I've had a wretched morning.
I screwed up two paintings.
Luckily just the backgrounds, not the portraits, so I can paint over them.
Still, I am very unimpressed about it.
To make myself feel better I ate almost an entire pineapple.
Now I'm contemplating a bag of tangerines.
Next I'll pick a tune to stamp around to.
And only *then* will I put on my apron and pick up my paintbrush again.

Here's to finishing Billie Holiday, Robert Johnson and Nina Simone today.
The mood, my dears, is very black indeed.