Tree Farm

This is the last of the sketches I made in the car this weekend. Done with oil pastels on watercolor stock, then lightly brushed with Turpenoid and scratched into, the latter part done on my studio. I don't travel with it turpenoid in a cup as I would confuse it for my car drink, so I leave using that to a controlled setting. (once I swigged a bottle of beer while I was fishing, only to realize too late that it was filled with creekwater and fish scales. PLEWGH.)

It was a cute stand of trees -- it was a Christmas Tree farm, many of them lined up like little soldiers on the hill sides. They were so sweet and small and the world looked like a miniature surreal landscape; something you would put in your model railroad set up. (Lord, I LOVED my father's old train set and pieces that were set up every Christmas)

Art has been going well for me. I am making enough to pay my business bills, and even got an inquiry into a larger piece that one of my customers saw in my studio. Even if I don't sell it, the inquiry in and of itself makes me smile.

I had a few bits and pieces of sunshine in my otherwise dark day. Smiles and caring from friends, a wrong number asking for "Sunshine", and giving the finger BACK to the person who flipped me the bird because he was sitting dead still at the green light and I beeped. ( I usually don't do that sort of thing but it was a "Fried Green Tomatoes moment")

Up to snuggle in my bed. I am tired and not feeling great, let's see what Comedy Central has to offerr me.

patti