Weeks ago, it was the wallet. This week, my trademark purple coat was the latest victim of theft. And in the pocket were my keys and nifty dragon phone...so the era of the purple coat is sadly over! (And now I need to ask everyone for their phone numbers. Please send them to me!!)
Combine this hiccup with working two weeks
straight between two jobs, falling ill, preparing for a presentation I gave today to a class at JMU which went really well (Oh yeah, I came down to Virginia yesterday for my Mom's birthday!), trying to get ready for my Turkey trip in a few weeks, and then NORMAL life stuff...and I wonder why I have not made art all week! Grumble, grumble.

This was how I felt at 2:30am on Saturday when I couldn't find my coat at Royal Oak. I was so spent already both emotionally and physically, and I just couldn't deal with this new obstacle thrown at me. It was like the City was messing with me, threatening to pull out the stopper that was preventing me from simply draining out all over the place.
Here next is the first version of the drawing. I was clumsy with my brush pen and messed up the face, but I didn't like the ultra-passive posture either. Go figure, it's hard to concentrate on art when you're exhausted...

I picked up some freelance work on my days off over the past two weeks, which was wonderfully fun but was why I didn't have any days off at all. I was painting a carousel, here's what the bottom portion looked like in steps...




Here's part of the top section of the carousel, which was on a separate piece of wood. It wasn't quite done when I took this picture, but you get the idea...