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.
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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