I don’t get out much.
Really, not much at all.
Sleep. Wake. Get ready for work. Go to work. (Sun comes up) Work. (Sun goes down). Go home. Eat. Clean up.
Ok, this is where it gets weird.
This little guy pokes me. “Hey, go paint, or make some photographs…or SOMETHING!”
Then this OTHER little guy pokes my other side, “don’t listen to that guy! You’re tired! Blow out the candle, watch TV.”
Worse weirdness, I answer myself, “holy crap are you kidding me!? Watch what? Fox News so I can get pissed off? Pawn Stars? American Pickers… 500?…how ‘bout 450? Crap!” Yawn. “Animal Planet?”
“Look over there, your watercolors and Strathmore awaits your hand. Go get it and live!” Yawn.
“I’m tired, shouldn’t have drank coffee today…sleepy”.
Sleep. (Sun comes up) Wake. Get ready for work. Go to work. Work. (Sun goes down). Go home. Eat. Clean up.
NOT TONITE BABY! It’s just me and some high octane KONA-chocolate –sugar/cream enhanced -trippin’! Break out the visqueen and protect EVERYTHING cause Papa’s slingin’ saturated brushes and if you’re in the way, your gonna be a part of the work.
Have a great weekend everyone!