This is Willie.

Morning Watercolour.

He has been called Unusually Awesome, and Willie is indeed unusually awesome.

Before I portrayed the awesome Willie, I spattered some VanGogh Violet Rouge Perm. onto these Queen Anne's Lace-esque forms.  For me it was exactly what it needed.  For me.

before:

But back to Willie, the portrait...

...the real deal.  Isn't he splendid?

Every Day is a Fresh Start.

Attempting to watercolour.

Its proving tricky.

It took a long, long time, but here it is.  Tah Dah!

I went to the bar yesterday.  We had a Drink 'N Draw.  It turned out that there was only 2 of us, and only one of us drew. (We both drank).  That's where I started the above masterpiece.

Isn't this a pretty bar?  Not one bit dank, like some bars.  Its light and airy and fresh and clean and all the happy people gather here.  Only the happy are permitted.

This is my new Morning Bev.  Dr. Berg told me this recipe and then I married him because I love him.  Actually, his recipe was slightly different, he uses cranberry instead of Tart Cherry.  I don't care, there will be no divorce over this.

I used to drink plain Braggs ACV.  I like Dr. Berg's version better.

I need a vital Morning Bev because this is what I've been dealing with for the past week:

I'm moving my art room and this is the "during" phase.

Here's the "before" phase.  Its come a long way, but there's still a long way to go. I haven't made it cute yet.  Soon.  Very soon...

Its a nice room but it was kind of a mess at first.  Ok, it was a complete and total mess.  And its hot since its August and all, so I'm a little crabby and stinky.  But soon, very soon, this room will be cute.

Thank Goodness there's a kitten to keep things in perspective.  All I have to do is take a quick glance at her and she shows me the way to what's truly important.

She seems to be transfixed on keyboards and screens.  Perhaps she'll be a computer programmer when she grows up.

Whatever she decides to be, I will fully support her.

Our Own Personal Rio 2016.

It all happens here in the Arena.

The Athletes are entering the Stadium.

Let the Games begin.

Time Out for meditation

I realize that this is the silliest post ever, but what's even sillier is that I watched it for well over an hour first thing this morning.  Poor Willie got kicked out immediately.  He didn't stand a chance against the tiny athlete from Shade, weighing in at roughly 1/3 ounce.  She's a real go-getter.

Round Two?