Sunday, May 7, 2017

What happens in your studio at night?

Have you ever wondered what happens in your studio when you turn in for the night?  I went downstairs and Echo (one of our cats) came sprinting out of my studio looking very guilty...

I went to my drawing table and there it was - an abstract sketch that I didn't paint:  It isn't signed, but there is some incriminating cat hair on it.

What had spooked the cat?    

Was it the horses?   The B 29's?

Or the moose?

Echo came back to the studio and curled up in my lap - keeping one eye on the moose.

Will the Man and Moose ever meet?

I can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring!

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