Now I know I could get in big trouble over this, but it’s time someone let the cat out of the bag. I know what happens to the other sock. I’ve seen this guy before, on a late summer’s eve, but this time was different. Right out in the open for anyone to see, I saw him through the windows as I was driving past the laundromat. There he was, opening one of the dryers (the owner of the contents apparently indisposed) to snag a sock.

He saw me watching him with a look of confusion on my face, and turned toward me. I was a little frightened as he started lifting his finger up toward his mouth, I didn’t want him casting any wierd spells on me, or zapping me out the door or something. But no, he pressed his finger onto his lips, showed me the sock and simply said “SSsssSSssssshhhhh”..and as he tiptoed away I knew I had to paint this experience. I was up until 1AM with sis, mulling over every detail of the events of the evening. And here he is.

Hehe. 8×8 Oil on Canvas Panel, I’ll scan when it’s dry. Title: “Sock Thief”