Oh, what a week it's been, a few more hours of work and then, a time to sit with God and consider the work of my hands creation this week. See art is not just sitting down pen to paper, images drawn, your mind it must have space. And when your life's a raging sea of Have To"s like grandpa, I've skinned my knee, or "Can I have the car keys please? " It makes me rage inside my sou! See, all I want is a simple 2 hours, a place that I can put my art, my paints, and board inclined. That no one touches but leaves alone respectful of what's mine Don't get me wrong, Selene 's heart additions, to the boarders of the art she loves so much, is not my sorrow, it when cup rings on an illustration, that I've been working on for half the generation of my grandson, Noah, 1 year old., were left by some one needing something off my desk. So, forelorn as I am, today's edition is a poem. But why is that, you may ask? That being I wish to finish this week's work.

Today I finished my first project in a year. Glenn Gordon's, The Greenroom

I haven't posted in a few days, Lorraine and I have had responsibilities to care for. This morning I saw this while having my morning coffee - https://www.instagram.com/reel/DYyo8rRuRxa/?igsh=MXU5dWc0MXMyanUzYw==

Welp, while I've tried twice to sit down and draw, life has had other priorities. So today we're in Cleveland TX, dopping parts off at the store, dropping the car off for a major repair to the head gasket, and the parts of Nate, the 1952,Ford, 8N tractor, gear ring replacement and clutch kit. Life is chaotic, build your schedule to be flexible and repeat these words , "Oozfava"

This is the dried 4th wash. Now, I'll work on the left hand side of the illustration The drawing on the right is tonights progress