We went to breakfast WICKED early this morning. My beautiful young bride had surgery earlier this week and we thought we’d get out and back before Boy2 woke up. That way my lover wouldn’t have to worry about trying to pick him up. The wife is not supposed to lift anything over 5 pounds and the boy is almost 30 lbs.
ANYWAY, being that early, we were the first patrons of the day. I think the cooks started cooking our “usual” before the waitresses even knew we were there. It didn’t leave much time for sketching, but my grumbling stomach really appreciated it. I think we’ll try to go that early every week and I’ll just learn to sketch faster.
We’ve been having 18F mornings and 70F afternoons. All the constant going from cold to hot to cold wreaks havoc on my immune system. Then you take the NyQuil or DayQuil or any other sinus medicine and you feel like your head is floating and stuffed up. UGH! Anyway, that’s what I talked about on the show this week.
Last week in Drawing Class, we discussed direction of the class. I asked the audience where they would like me to go with the class and what they would like to see more often. I took a lot of notes while working on this quick still life.
There will be no classes this week as the day job whisks me to foreign, 3rd world countries (Texas). But we will be back January 31 with a new season of Drawing Class.
I have been receiving several messages lately telling me what I ought to do with my art. It got me thinking over the past few years of being online just how many people have offered me unsolicited, and at times seeming mean spirited, advice. You should know that even these e-mails center around the fact that I am free to do what I want in my journal. I usually listen to the advice then do what I want anyway.
Tragedy struck about 10 minutes into the show this week as Boy2 discovered a Japanese fishing float that my mother brought back from Hawaii 30 years ago. If you’re not familiar, these are glass balls made in Japan that break free from the fishing nets and float out to sea. Many of them float for dozens of years before washing ashore. He picked it up and tried to bounce it before anyone could get to him. It’s just stuff, though. We enjoyed it for a long time.
What a FUN night we had! The theme for the night was a clean slate, but that didn’t really have much bearing on the show. Girl2 painted alongside, Boy2 played with blocks and danced, My Beautiful, Young Bride gave us an update on the happenings in her class room and my mum rejoined us as producer. It was truly awesome!
Wanted to start the new year of videos with a clean slate. Mr. Clean and The Buddha share a common goal of clearing clutter!
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