So it’s after 1am and I had a long (not difficult, but long) day… after a fun first birthday party for the grandson, I came home to THIS… (only it was all strewn across the floor. And wet with newfie slobber)
One of my first “good” sketchbooks (see the black torn cover and nicely gnawed pages? I really loved that one) and a few favorite paintings torn up by my loving and faithful puppy. 😦 My fault for leaving them out, but I thought they were safe up on the 4 foot tall counter. My favorite flower painting, too, which I should have framed, I guess, instead of taking it up to have a couple prints made. My day was work, then party, this traumatic discovery, hours more work at the computer (the kind this is never properly accomplished) And now I’m exhausted and don’t feel like creating anything. A quick sketch of the birthday boy is all I felt up to, and it does look like a child, but doesn’t look like HIM. Well at least I did SOMETHING and Tomorrow is Another Day! Maybe in the morning I can tell what’s not quite accurate about it.