Plein air paintings, studio art and lessons
It is midnight, and I can’t sleep.
Two quiet kittens sit, huddled on the stoop, waiting for me to open the door.
It appears somebody left them.
And it appears the cats have already taken us.
Tomorrow, the children will find them.
And then?
Shit.
For your play-by-play, check out Alis’ blog post. I’m still busy carving Bionicle parts with Ford out of foam rubber balls and tending hot glue gun boo boos. At 10:54pm. Hey, it’s still summer, and this kid is CREATING!
bathroom, Laurel’s Cuban restaurant, SF, originally uploaded by young@art.
My next bathroom visit of the evening wouldn’t be so pretty. Damon would have the camera and my jacket and my soul outside the warfield ladie’s room while I rejected grilled sole, habanero salsa and mojitos.
 The rest of the photos are up on Flickr, even those tights and shoes I promised 😉
