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.