Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Tuesday Bluesday

Albert Collins' "My Woman Has a Black Cat Bone" is the song for today. Seems appropriate for the upcoming Halloween festivities. You may remember Albert Collins from the movie, Adventures in Babysitting. He was the man who declared, "nobody leaves this place without singing the blues", and thus we were given the Babysitting Blues. Funny thing about that movie, it was set in Oak Park and parts of Chicago yet most of the movie was filmed in Toronto.
It is that time of year when pumpkins take over. Seriously, if pumpkins were alien invaders most humans would just let them invade, it's sad really. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin lattes, pumpkin bread there's probably pumpkin flavoured toothpaste. If not there will be now. There's nothing wrong with loving on the pumpkins. If you're super interested in knowing everything there is to know about pumpkins here's a great place to start. http://www.allaboutpumpkins.com/ What's all this talk about pumpkins for anyways? I've been fortunate enough to go painting in an apple orchard recently and the owners also grow pumpkins, among other things. The last time I was at the orchard I decided to purchase some smaller squash and odd shaped gourds to use in a still life. While deciding on which ones to buy I came across pumpkins for pie making. They're smaller than the ones used for making jack-o-lanterns and from the recipes I've found are more difficult to use than just opening a can from the store. Oh well, it will be an adventure. I'm also sharing a link to a pumpkin recipe that I make quite often. Yea, I realise it's a Paula Dean recipe and if you're still hating on her then fine, but you're missing out on a great recipe. Pumpkin Gooey Butter Cakes Perhaps "gooey butter cakes" isn't the best name, but they are delicious.
The book I read this week, The Tunnel by Robert Byrne. The story was really exciting and the whole way through it was easy to imagine it being made into a movie. The tunnel is a train tunnel that's supposed to be built underground/underwater connecting England to France. In the start of the story it's about the construction companies fighting for the job and the men who will be in charge. On top of that there's a group of IRA members who are looking for a way to be free from England. Well, not just them, they want all of Ireland to be free. This tunnel provides three major story lines in this one book but it never gets confusing. All three stories/major characters pull together nicely and it's a great read if you're into action and espionage type stuff. The author was born in Dubuque, Iowa, graduated college with a degree in civil engineering (which no doubt helped with the technical jargon in this book) and is also Billiard Congress of American Hall of fame instructor of pool and carom billiards (pocketless pool). Certainly a man of many talents.
  Here's the daily doodle. I saw this view and thought it would be fun to try. If my doodling is too hard to understand it's a view through a window looking through another window. This is exactly why I do doodles, to practice and work out any problems with the composition. "For the things we have to learn before we can do them, we learn by doing them." -Aristotle

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Tuesday Bluesday

Patrick Hazell's Try Me One More Time is the Tuesday Bluesday song this week. I was really looking for his song, "It's Been Awhile" to match my absence but couldn't find it on Youtube. Patrick Hazell is a great blues musician who puts on a high energy one man show.
Sorry if you've been missing my posts. I've been busy and I like it. I've been on some pretty interesting adventures and seen a lot of great things. This picture here was one of those amazing things. This river is usually a calm river and you can sort of see where an old dam was. Usually it's a nice tranquil spot to visit where the water flows quietly over the dam. I had set off to go paint this nice quiet spot and when I showed up this is what was there. The night before there was a huge storm and the water rose faster than normal, which is what's referred to as a flash flood. I went ahead and attempted to paint as the river rose. After taking a break for lunch and going back to the same spot, I could no longer paint there as it was under water. I moved to higher land and continued to paint and watch the river rise. The locals informed me that the water would be up over the road before night so I only stayed a couple more hours.

Here's a photo from another adventure. This is an original camera from a penitentiary. It's sitting in a museum now where people can look at it and laugh at the upside down images that come through the lens. The volunteer giving the tour mentioned that people mostly got a kick out of the upside down cars going by.  What I took away was the odd feeling I got knowing that criminals stood in front of this camera to have their mugshot taken. I had to fingerprint myself once for a job and that's the closest I've ever gotten to feel like a criminal. This was different. Consider how the Amish don't want their picture taken because they think the camera will capture your soul. Think of all of the criminal souls that were captured by this camera.
I was in a park and spied this young reader in a tree. Seeing this made my heart happy. One, not many kids climb trees anymore, two not many kids read books anymore and three, in a crowded busy park this young girl found solitude by climbing a tree and reading a book. She was completely content, not a care in the world. At that moment I wanted my own tree to climb and my own book to bury my face in.

Some stuff I decided to try, Get Clean tea. It's supposed to get rid of the toxins and all that other hippie guru stuff. It promised to flush out the toxins in the liver and hey, any good alcoholic will tell you that's a good thing. All joking aside, what could it hurt? You're supposed to drink one cup of tea in the morning, one in the afternoon and one at night. Each tea bag is separated in its own tin and clearly labeled, AM, All Day (which is afternoon if you read the label further) and PM. Drinking three cups of tea a day certainly can't hurt. The AM tea was good, the afternoon tea smelled like hot garbage but surprisingly tasted good and the PM tea was atrocious. I lasted four whole days and couldn't stand the thought of having to drink something that smelled like hot garbage and then later drink a cup of ginger. Unfortunately I can't tell you if it worked its magical hippie guru hoodoo or not because I couldn't finish it.
Finally we're to the daily doodle. This is a quick sketch of Wendell Mohr's home done in conte crayon. I made mistakes on purpose to test out this new eraser that's supposed to erase everything. I got it as a birthday gift from Jerry's Artarama. Not many businesses give you gifts on your birthday so I think it's pretty cool even if it doesn't work.
  Here's the after, after trying to erase the mistakes. Not so great, plus it's messy. Oh well, I have no buyer's remorse so no big deal.
I had to start a different blog specifically for my paintings so if you're interested in seeing those you can check them out here. http://jakpaints.blogspot.com/  I'll try to be more diligent about updating. Crap thing is, being diligent about updating takes away from actually working so we'll see how I do.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Tuesday Bluesday

Albert King and Stevie Ray Vaughn - Texas Flood is the Tuesday Bluesday song this week.  The funny thing about the blues is that the musicians always have a story to tell and it's almost impossible to understand what they're talking about unless they're playing their instrument. It would be rude to say shut up and play but if you have no manners go ahead and say it.
8x10 pastel on art spectrum
I've been super dooper busy, racking up the travel miles and using up all of the undereye, black circle eraser cream. I'm finally home for a few days and I sat down to work last night. While working the song, "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper came on the radio. It took me back to when I was a kid and how fun it was to grow up in the 80s. It felt like we could wear the weirdest clothes and do the most outrageous stuff to our hair and nobody really said too much. Surely there were those who were judging but at that age it just felt like fun. Then I really got to thinking about how much better the world would be if girls really did just want to have fun. If all they wanted in life was to have fun then there wouldn't be as much hate and anger in the world. Not blaming girls for all the hate and anger, but you have to start somewhere. I understand that not everything in life is fun and it is important to be responsible but I still believe that it's possible to incorporate fun into just about every activity. Last year I had to clean the backyard that was full of thawing yard bombs. Guess what, cleaning up dog turds is more fun than doing taxes. See, it's all in your attitude and how you look at things.
Since I've been so busy I haven't had much time to read a really good book so I picked up this one which has 110 short stories, or fairy tales if you will. I'm a fan of Grimm's fairy tales and I was excited to find a book of 110 more of them. That is until I read them. There's a reason why these aren't that famous and the only thing "grimmer" about them is the mood you'll be in after reading them. These are most certainly the rejects that didn't make it into any previous selection of Grimm's Fairy Tales. Someone just wanted to make money on some half ass stories that honestly aren't fit to print. One story is about porridge, imagine that. A young girl and her mother have run out of food and they're hungry. The girl went off into the forest for no apparent reason and poof some old lady appeared. The old lady gave her a pot and told her when she was hungry to say, cook little pot, and when she had enough to eat just say, stop little pot. So the girl and her mom now had food. One day the girl took off to who knows where and the mother was left alone with the pot and said the magic words but she had the brains of a jack ass and couldn't figure out how to say stop little pot so the whole town filled up with porridge and if anyone wanted to go to the town they had to eat their way in. Seriously!?
I've been spending a ton of time outdoors painting. I've got the sunburn, bug bites and weird bleached out hair colour to prove it. This one is still a work in progress but thought I'd share anyway. I've been told not to share a work in progress but it doesn't bother me and I think it's fun to compare a half done piece to the finished one. Some people don't like to show their mistakes and that's fine. I know I'm not perfect. The trick is to not show up at the art show with a half done painting. Don't go to a concert and practice a new song. Don't open a restaurant and use all new recipes you've never made before. Also, don't step on a thumbtack while bare foot.

Here is the daily doodle. I bought this Moleskine sketchbook because everyone told me how great they are and wow Picasso and a bunch of other yahoos used them. THEY'RE CRAP! Definitely not worth the price tag. The paper is super thin and I haven't found one medium that works well on it. Pencils smudge, pen smears, watercolour warps the paper. I haven't tried blood yet. Hmmm... Oh well, lesson learned, don't believe the hype.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Tuesday Bluesday

Leonard Cohen's "Almost Like The Blues" is the song for today. My pals took me to a place called Beer Geeks last Saturday and we sampled the geeky beer. I tried one called a 400 Pound Monkey and it was gross and moved onto a Vanilla Java Porter which was not gross. As I was drinking my non-gross beverage I noticed on their menu that they have something called Tuesday Bluesday. They have live Blues every Tuesday. Hmmm.....It's all good, I can share, but there's is still just almost Tuesday Bluesday.
I've been all over the place this summer and one of those places was to see where Captain James T. Kirk will be born. Why? Why the hell not, it's something to do and now I can say I did it. Riverside, Iowa isn't all that exciting but it was a cute little town that reminded me of Mayberry, but it was in colour.
This was outside of a "museum" or whatever it was. It was closed, even though the hours of operation posted in the window made it clear that it should have been open. Anywho, when I saw it I immediately had the urge to deface it and put a "w" in front of the name Rath and of course add Khan. Lucky for everyone I'm not into defacing property.
Here is the actual future birthplace of Captain Kirk. It's behind a beauty shop, or a barber shop, not entirely sure because it wasn't open. The directions stated that it was a barber shop but it looked awfully girly to be a manly type of place. It's definitely someplace one goes to get their ears lowered. You have to walk behind the building to get to this. Once there you have to avoid stepping on rotten peaches. It stunk something awful of fermented fruit and bird poo was everywhere. It was still fun to finally see it.
Once I finally made it home I was hungry. After all that traveling though I was too tired to cook. What's your go to meal when you're too tired to cook? Mine's either peanut butter and jelly or grilled cheese. I was too tired to cook but not in the mood for either. That is until I picked some tomatoes and fresh basil from the garden. That's when I decided to make a better grilled cheese sandwich.

Roma tomatoes. 


Pre-sliced mozzarella for when you're too tired to cook. 

Butter the bread and place on the gridle. Then add the cheese, basil and tomato on top. 

Voila, a better grilled cheese sandwich for when you're too tired to cook.

The book I read this week, Call For The Dead, by John Le Carre (accent on the e). It wasn't until I took the picture of the cover that I noticed it said, "This unusual tale of espionage introduces one of the most unlikely-unlikable heroes ever to master the sinister world of international intrigue."  That ain't lying either. I couldn't stand Geroge Smiley. What the hell kind of name is that anyways? Smiley. Absolutely could not stand him. Also couldn't stand his wife, what a hussy. Was it intriguing as it claims? Sort of. It's all about communism, espionage and a fat man named Smiley, who eventually grows on you, but much like a fungus. Ever know a person like that? They're invaluable yet you can't stand to be around them. It's a short read and I picked it up at the half priced book store for $1.00.  I got my dollars worth of entertainment at least.
Here's a pastel I was working on at a lake. This summer has been good to me with the weather and the great places to paint. I've had plenty of opportunities to practice painting clouds and water, two things that are harder than you might think. If I keep practicing I might get good at this someday.

Finally we're at the daily doodle. I scribbled this out late last night. A friend of mine was complaining about how there are too many people on Facebook posting pictures of their food, telling everyone what they eat all day and where they go and what they're doing at every minute of the day. I thought it was funny, peculiar funny not ha ha funny, that people do that. So in order to make it ha ha funny I painted what I ate. I have seen those jokes about how Cezanne was the original person who always shared what they ate and I think that's funny too. Honestly, fruit, food and all that are easy practice for a painter and can be funny too.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

For Boys Only

The Runaways-I wanna Be Where The Boys Are is the anthem for this post and I'll get to the reason why here shortly.
Sorry I haven't been posting regularly, like everyone else on the planet I've been busy. I've been here, there and everywhere. I've gone places I've never been before and a couple of times that was on accident. I'm a great navigator but missing road signs are something I can't control nor manage to navigate around. Which reminds me I overheard the stupidest thing at dinner the other night. Was at this nice restaurant with really delicious food and the atmosphere was nice. Except for table to the left which was dominated by loud talkers. Loud talkers who spoke about absolutely nothing, just talking to hear themselves talk. One of the women was talking about how she's also great at reading maps, however this one time when she was in Switzerland she got lost because she couldn't read the map because it was all in German. Rigghhht. So today I came across this quote from Mark Rothko and found it absolutely perfect, "Silence is so accurate."  How right he is about that.
There's some Rothko to rest your eyes on for awhile. 

So what's all this talk about boys?  If you're a girl and read the title of this post we have some things in common. Mostly that we're the curious type. I found this book, "For Boys Only" and felt like I needed to take the chance to see what I'd see inside, even though I'm a girl. *gasp* Unfortunately there's no deep dark secrets about boys, secret bro codes or any info on why it is they have an infinite amount of cooties. It's simply a book of 12 short stories that are geared towards the young man, or boy. The first story, "The Adventure at the Toll Bridge" by Howard Pease was pretty decent. It was about a boy who had a part time job working at a toll bridge. He was in charge of collecting the money and opening and closing the bridge for the sea traffic. It's an adventure with some mystery, the boy plays detective and ends up the hero. The next story, "A Good Clean-Cut American Boy" by Harlan Ware really caught my attention. It was about a family and the oldest son was starting to turn into some sort of evil hippie. Unfortunately this as far as I got, not because I can't read but because the rest of the pages of this story are missing! Just my luck, the one story that I was really interested in finding out what happens at the end and it's missing. What does one do in this situation? Of course I went to Amazon to look for another copy of the book, or something on Kindle. I shot craps there. So a generic search for the book on the internet gave me results that I don't want to remember. I then searched for this particular story and found it. I was so excited, until......the place I found it stopped in the same exact spot as my book and the rest of the pages aren't there!  http://www.unz.org/Pub/Colliers-1949nov19-00020  There's a link to it if you want to torture yourself and only read half of the story.  Anyone have any idea where I can find the rest of this story? I'm guessing this is all some sort of punishment for being a girl and buying a book titled For Boys Only. 
Aside from my adventures with book buying I've been busy painting while out and about. If you read my regular Tuesday Bluesdays you may recognise this, I painted a similar scene in oil and posted it. This one is done in pastel. 
This is another pastel.  Greens are tricky and I'm bound and determined to figure them out. Green is supposed to be one of the most calming colours but for every artist I've every spoken to about it they all say the same thing, it's a pain. 
This is my watercolour travel set. It's sort of exploded from my original one. You'd think with more colours I'd be better at using them, unfortunately that's not how it works. 
Here's the daily doodle. I used my handy travel set for this, and all of the other doodles in my sketchbook. This is where I get complainy again. You know what sucks? When you've used something forever and you trust that it will always work the way it has but then suddenly it doesn't. That sucks. So I've been using these same brand of sketchbooks for a couple of years now so I had no reason to not believe that this new one I packed up and trekked all over the countryside with would be any different. You know, sort of like buying a book to read and half the pages are missing. So this sketchbook no longer works great with watercolours like the previous ones. How disappointing and sucky is that? At least the weather has been a dream. 

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Tuesday Bluesday

We lost a great blues musician last week so it's only fitting that Johnny Winter is the choice this week. I was surprised to find out he was only 70 mostly because, to me, he always looked 70 years old. Nevermind the way he looks, just listen to the way he sounds.

Cabin in the woods.
I've received a few messages asking if I was ok and if there would be more Tuesday Bluesday. The messages are greatly appreciated and yes I'm ok. Just busy and working through my second ear infection. I've never had an ear infection in my life up until three weeks ago. Outer ear infection (swimmer's ear) and once I got over the pain I had to deal with that annoying part where you can't really hear very well. If this is what it's like to get old kill me now. I keep joking that I'm ready for the glue factory. Seriously, you don't know how much you take your senses for granted until they're taken away from you, even if it is just temporary. I'm 100% convinced that I got my ear infections from using those stupid earbuds while working out. I call them stupid because they're just one of those things that you don't think about needing to clean all the time. Toilets yes, earbuds no. I spoke the the nurse practitioners who prescribed my antibiotics and asked if it were possible and they both agreed that it's very likely. So if you're one of those who enjoy listening to music while working out be careful, keep the earbuds clean and keep your ears dry.
I've been busy with several other things besides ear problems. Did you know if you hold a professional license you have to do this great thing called continuing education? Yea, it sucks for the person who has to do them, but it's a great way to keep up with everything. What's worse than completing 20 hours of continuing education is filling out the paperwork and waiting for the all clear that your courses have been accepted. If you're like I was when I had to do my first 20 hours of continuing education you have no idea that you can do your 20 hours for free. Yep, none of my a-hole colleagues bothered to tell me. Don't worry, I don't work with any of them anymore, but surely they're torturing current employees. Anywho, if you're a medical professional and you're looking for continuing education courses check out http://www.powerpak.com/ Also, don't be an a-hole to your co-workers, whatever profession you're in. As tempting as it may be it's pretty counter productive so just don't.
Here's the book I read for this week. I know Steinbeck is supposed to this great must read author but it's all just meh to me. I remember reading "Of Mice and Men" and got nothing from it. I had low expectations for this book but was pleasantly surprised. Steinbeck describes a part of town that's a bit unsavory but from what I've been told about the Great Depression nothing was exceptionally great, except the depression. One of the main characters, Lee Chong, owned the grocery store and several other buildings on Cannery Row. The way he's described I picture a cross between Mr. Miyagi, being quiet and wise, and Egg Shen and his fearless attitude. Chong, even though it was the depression, made sure his customers never went hungry. He was a businessman but he wasn't heartless. Up until the introduction of Dora Flood this book seemed like it was going to be a snooze fest. Dora ran the brothel and was hated by almost everybody in town. The thing was, her business was still booming, even though it was the depression and she paid the highest taxes and gave the biggest donations. It's a book about people, how people interact with each other, how they should be more tolerant, how people should take the time to learn about each other. There's not really much else to it, it's only 196 pages and was actually worth reading. Little bit of trivia, they actually renamed the area that Steinbeck wrote about to Cannery Row. At the time that he wrote this it wasn't called Cannery Row, but it now in tribute to the book and you can go see many of the buildings he wrote about.
Here's one of my latest paintings. It's oil on an 8x10 canvas panel. This was painted on a really nice day and I'm wishing I had taken advantage of the nice weather. Now it's getting grody out again. Sorry, muggy is the word, not grody. Grody is what my hair looks like when it's muggy.

Finally, we've reached the daily doodle. 

Not too exciting, but it's what I scribbled out while on the phone with customer support. My phone hasn't worked right since last week. I can't make phone calls from it.  I didn't really need it last weekend so I waited until today to call about it. Turns out my phone is so old they said that it doesn't get signals from any towers. Even my phone is ready for the glue factory! Well, this is the crap I scribbled while I powered down my phone, removed the battery, updated PRL, stood on my head, said 10 Hail Mary's and hopped on one foot. Seriously, what a pain. I'm back in business now though. If you're wondering about the pens, I got suckered into buying a pack of those Inkjoy pens. I saw a commercial for them and I happened to be at the office supply store so I got a pack of them. There's nothing all that joyous about Inkjoy pens, except the brown pen. BROWN! I can't wait to write really crappy notes with that pen. Enjoy your week, keep your ears dry and no matter how bad you want to be an a-hole to your co-workers don't.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Tuesday Bluesday

Muddy Waters' Mississippi Delta Blues is appropriate for this Tuesday Bluesday.  Another year, another flood. I have no flood pictures to share from this year because I'm starting to get the attitude that after you've seen one flood you've seen them all. Speaking of seeing them all....

 Yesterday I was at the post office, waiting in line for my turn to mail crap. As I was waiting a short, hairy, highly energetic man came bursting through the doors. He took an annoyed glance to the old hag who was at the head of the line. I understood his annoyance, she was first in line but she was standing in the middle of the queue. I think he took this mutual annoyance as some sort of new comradeship so he decided to lay his issues on me. I didn't care, I had to wait anyways, plus I have an outer ear infection in my right ear so I can't really hear anything, so what was the harm in letting him vent. He was having issues with obtaining an identification card. This man looked like an authentic American so I gave no side glance at any illegal activity. He told me he's originally from New York and that his birth certificate had burnt up. Whoops! So the driver's license station told him he can't get an ID without any prior ID, birth certificate, social security card and all that. He chuckled at the ridiculousness that he basically needs an ID to get a copy of his burnt birth certificate but can't get an ID without a copy of his birth certificate. As a person who was told, by the IRS, that I don't exist, I can empathize with the man. I nod my head and smile as he gets more dynamic. He then tells me that the people at the driver's license station told him that he needed to go to the post office and ask for a "Q Form", fill it out and it should take care of his issues.  I thought that sounded easy enough. Then it was my turn to step forward and mail my packages. As I was being waited on another employee opened the window next to me. The spirited man from New York stepped up and said zero of what he had just told me. He looked the employee straight in the eye and said, I need some form to fill out so I can get my birth certificate. Then he becomes irate when the employee's jaw drops to the floor and gives a blank stare. She had no idea what he was talking about. Needless to say the man stomped out of the post office, no form, no birth certificate and no ID. Why am I sharing this man's embittered tale? Just to remind us that when we need help we need to ask for it in a way that's going to result in success. I believe if that man had taken a deep breath, asked for the "Q Form" and gave a brief summary of what he was after he would have left with something. If he hadn't left with a solution to his problem he may have left with more information to help him get what he needs. Instead he blew up, at people who had nothing to do with his initial problem, and walked out with less than what he walked in with. Sometimes we just need to stop, meditate for a moment and then continue.
I know I was going to share the next recipe on that list of summer cocktails that I found but I have to share the "Wine Slushy" instead. A couple of weeks ago I was asked to participate in a garden tour. I painted in some gorgeous gardens and then ended up at the last stop which happened to be a winery. They have really great wine and were offering up the wine slushies. I took this picture of a woman taking a picture of her wine slushy. If you think wine slushies sound a little white trash your ears probably aren't deceiving you, but on a hot day they're kind of fun. The winery had a machine that was keeping the wine slushy but a quick search on the internet and you can find hundreds of recipes to make some at home.
This recipe I found at Cooks.com sounds like it might be worth trying.
1 (6 oz.) frozen lemonade
1 1/3 c. Sauterne wine
16 ice cubes
1 pt. fresh or frozen strawberries

Put all in blender. Blend until smooth. Serve immediately or pour in freezer- proof pitcher. Cover and freeze. Makes 5 cups.
Here's the painting I did of the vineyard. It's a small, 9x12, oil on canvas panel. Oil paints are not my strongest medium and the painting of green on top of green is a struggle most artists have. I'm slowly getting the hang of it and I had some good friends to keep me company and a bottle of wine in my bag for when I finished. It was a good time to say the least. Good painting, maybe not, but good time indeed.
This is a pastel that I did earlier that day. Another small, 9x12, on Art Spectrum. I set up camp in an amazing garden. The nice couple who owned the garden were generous and let me paint several scenes on their property. They had tried this new thing called bag gardening. You simply buy a bag of dirt with fertilizer, cut a hole in it and plant your vegetable.  GENIUS! She said it seemed to be working really well and that the best part about it is that there's no weeding, just watering. It's not the most glamorous looking garden but who cares?
Here's the book I read this week. It's horribly smutty and oh, way so trashier than I expected, but it was fun.  This is one I got at the dollar store. I've got a box of books I'm getting ready to take to Goodwill and this one is destined for said box. I wanted to read it before I got rid of it so that's the reason for reading this "romance novel". I don't read romance novels so I'm guessing at what they are and this is as close to what I've heard they're like. It's about a 35 year old woman who's newly divorced and living in LA. She's trying to get her social life back on track and makes friends with some odd ducks, one who's affectionately referred to as "Psycho Girl". In order to sound smart the author throws in phrases like, "masochistic sycophant" and a Harry Dean Stanton siting. In all honesty the way it's written it's pretty entertaining. Definitely worth a dollar, I just hope Goodwill doesn't charge more than that.

Daily doodle time. This is a quick sketch for something I'm working on to, hopefully, submit for a juried show.
One last bit of info for any artists reading this.

I had some brushes that needed a miracle and I found it. When I went to the store to find a good brush cleaner my brain nearly overheated. There are about 2,147 brush cleaners to choose from. I took a chance on this Winsor & Newton and am over the moon with the results. It cleaned 15 year old brushes and made them practically like new and in a very short time. I thought they were going to have to soak for days, but most of the brushes were good to go after 4 minutes. OK, no more free advertising from me this week. Go out and get your paint brushes dirty!