It is "slow season" in my company, and work hasn't trickled in since last Thursday. I am pretty good at occupying myself when faced with a day of staring at 4 cubicle walls.
Yesterday, I read your blogs. All of them, along with all of the comments. Then I read every blog that every blogger posted to. I looked at Lord Celery's wedding pictures. I watched Steve & Carol's Hanukah celebration on video-blogging (vlogging). Who are Steve and Carol? I have no idea, but I laughed along like I was one of the family. His Mother just kills me. I e-mailed. I dusted.
Today I got bored and took some pix of the studio. Here it is, with a painting that I did for the bossman at least 2 years ago. There was a photo of some zebras in this stance in some National Geographic or something, and he wished for a graphic painting. His dime, I say: He wants zebras, he gets zebras.
It looks like a fairly simple one to do, just one color and all, but it did cross my eyes at times. I finally had to stop and label the drawing like a paint by number, in order to make sure I was painting INSIDE the stripes instead of outside of them.
Anyway, the studio's cool, the easels are big, and wouldn't it be cool to have a setup like this at home? If the workload remains this slow, maybe I'll go tug on his sleeve, and head back there for a few days.
And at home, I'm slowly moving things in from the sunroom. The paints are thawed out, and seem no worse for the cold-air wear. I'm rearranging the house, looking for a place for the easel to stand. That's all I have to report from the homefront, regarding painting.