So now my painting is part of a real art show — up for sale with REAL DOLLARS — and it’s awesome.
My grandmother was an incredible oil-painter. She taught me when I was little, but I hadn’t done any oils without her help until last year.
Seeing my painting next to the fabulous other entries is really intimidating. THEY ARE ALL SO GOOD! I’m not at “good” yet, but maybe I will be someday.
But it’s there, hanging on the wall of a super-cool spot downtown. I drank hot chocolate sitting below it, and stole bites of D’s cinnamon bun.
I tried not to take too many pictures of it and look like a weirdo. But, hey, I was proud.
And so is this guy.
But this weekend I’m going to set it up again.
|Hey, old friend.|
I have some painting to do.