I was commissioned recently to do a portrait of these fine gents, Misters Oakley and Turner, as a present from dad Joe for his daughter Shayna on the occasion of her birthday. Heard the news today that she loves it, which warms my heart. Happy Birthday, Shayna! Hope it's the best birthday ever!
One meets the most interesting people in the Kinkos parking lot.
I think of my peace paintings as one long poem, with each painting being a single stanza.
Current state of the studio. When it is bad, it is very, very bad and when it is good, it's horrid.
Heavy is the head that wears the magic tiara.
Thought that disaster struck earlier today when I absent-mindedly set a hot mug down on this piece. The more I look at it, though, the more I think it was one of them happy accidents. I had never considered melting the tape! Going to have to play with this idea in the future.
Been having nightmares every night this week about my little dog that passed away almost five years ago. Either Wink is trying to send me a message from the Great Beyond or it's the nicotine patches.
Had a hoot working on this commission. Why, I ask you, aren't there more zebra unicorns?!?