“I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy painter.

I see by your outfit that you’re a cowboy painter too.

We see by our outfits that we are both cowboys painters.

If you get an outfit you can be a cowboy painter too!”

Smothers Brothers with a little ad libbing by moi.

Today I wore my paintin’ pants. And shirt. And sweatshirt. And because I was dressed for the occasion I painted. Or maybe I dressed for the occasion so I could paint. It’s one of those universal mysteries like the chicken and egg thing.

paintin' pants

This is a most flattering selfie, don’t you think? It’s the real deal, complete with pockets stuffed with tissues. A boatload of tissues. No, no, more than that–a shitload of tissues, which is A LOT. Because I have a cold and I draw the line (cliche AND arty pun in one sentence, 2 points!) I draw the line at wiping my nose on my sleeve. Unless I have to.

Eeweeeee.

God bless me, I’m sneezing as I type this.

By the way, that’s Bean up there. He wants you to admire his Mom haircut. I relieved him of a good three inches of curly poodle fluff last night, proof I should not be left alone with scissors. DearDaughter says he now looks like one of those shivering waifs-in-a-cage in a 90 second Humane Society guilt-a-thon. I do believe she’s right.

I took Bean to the studio with me, along with his sister Sophie. They lasted about five minutes before I realized that was NOT a good idea. I could either paint or I could keep dogs out of trouble but I couldn’t do both. So I took them back home where they still got in trouble but I didn’t have to witness it…just clean it after the fact.

I decided to work on the piece I started last week. I wrote about it at the time and you can see the earlier work-in-progress photos here.

CONFESSION: I did NOT want to paint. I wanted to draw on the iPad. I LOVES me my iPad!

REVELATION: But once I actually began painting I remembered WHY I do this. Simple, really . . . because I can’t NOT do this. This. Is. Who. I. Am.

work in progress

And this is the painting where I left it last time. FYI: It’s acrylic on canvas, 24 by 24 inches.

work in progress

This is where I left it today. It’s still far from done but the open medium slows the drying time and I needed things to set up before I could do more layers. The light was changing, the painting was in the awkward middle stage and I had a cold.

It was definitely time to wash the brushes and close up shop for the day.

So I did.

We’ll see what tomorrow brings. Or maybe next week. This puppy needs to sit for a little while, till I stop whining and sneezing and get my paint mojo back.

Da Muse is telling me this might be a landscape. Who am I to argue….

What do you think? I’d love to hear what you have to say in the comments below. And if you say something somewhat profound, like hello, I might even come over and chop your dog’s hair off groom your dog. (Rubs hands together with a maniacal cackle)

Or I might just sit here and type a reply and eat chocolate in your honor.

xoxo