My brushes and I have been separated for too long, and I miss them. It’s not that I’m not painting, I most certainly am. You can view all of my recent works on a few blogs (in the bullpen, snapflame, the girl next door), and even some clothing). In fact, I’m waiting now for 3 more illustrations to hit the airwaves, and one rough sketch that I’ll also be painting within the next day or so. But it seems, to some, like that’s not the same.

Even I will admit, it’s not quite the same as throwing in a CD, positioning the fan just so, cracking the window and letting the smell of oil paints fill the air. It’s (almost) better than a candle, at my house. Things are better when oil is in the air.

I’m better when I’ve been in my zone for a while.

So today I’ll be in my zone, I hope, all day. I’ll throw food, paintbrushes and watercolors at the children and hope they don’t kill eachother. If it sounds like they might, I shall turn up the volume with my remote, and sing along a little louder.

When I finish, I shall show you what I’ve done. And I’ll update you on the status of my children and how they fared the wrath of eachother as sisters. Wish me luck.

Here’s something pretty, you’ve been very kind and oh-so-patient, and also it’s sortof a bribery so you don’t tell on me about the kids.

(It’s a first prize rose, two toned pale pink and dark pink.)