i painted SO MUCH tonight that i broke a sweat.

it just came to my attention that johannes brahms was a handsome old bearded man who sometimes looked like burl ives (on the left) and at others, ernest hemingway (on the right).

this has nothing to do with nothing.  just a passing thought.  one day i will get around to my old-white-men-with-beards-looking-alike family tree.  okay, back to work…

i haven’t gone anywhere, i’m just constantly and consistently working away at a new book. and after that?  another book.  and then another!

happily working all the day long with plans of doing absolutely nothing in september.