Alas, my online class has ended and all of the boys & girls have flown the coop. Armed with their cans of paint and hand-cut stencils they are going forth to populate the world with stencilry. Lock your doors and draw the shades. (especially if you’re wearing a white t-shirt) They are an enthusiastic bunch. You heard it here first.
On Monday at 7:55 a.m. I tilt back on my axis towards my primary job as monkey whisperer. Think of me will you? And send me fortitude. I will need it to switch from my preference as night owl, to early morning riser.
In honor of Mama’s Day tomorrow I share with you a photo of my own mama, taken in 1954.
Nighty night (blows air kisses) I’m retiring to my art table to add the writing to the page above that I just finished this evening. While, I might add, drinking a turquoise martini.