Monday, August 25, 2008

Toasted

Bright Sun in Winter, 44 x 56 inches, oil on linen.

Burnt. Beat. Whupped. Shot. Spent. That's why I haven't posted anything.

Happens to me every year at this point. I head back to Boise tomorrow, then drive to Sausalito. That wouldn't be too bad, but then I have to drive home. OK, yes, I'll goof around in the Pacific Northwest for a bit, visit some family and friends, oh, and maybe fish. Yes, I'll have a blast. But what I really want to do is hang around home, have dinner with Darb and the kids, and sit on the porch. For just a couple days.

Whine, whine, whine. But I do get to paint for a living. Nothing's perfect.

A got six pieces finished, packed and shipped, to meet me in Sausalito.

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