Tuesday, January 26, 2016

This House was Crying in My Dream

Water poured from the upstairs from one spot. There was some piece of vanilla butterscotch colored plastic, semi-round, like a curved vent and water squirted out. I was alarmed. It was sunny out, only this house. It was crying maybe. I woke up scared and disturbed.

I am going to work on a gouache painting for a customer whose stepfather did ink prints and sold them as prints or he colored them in. I am going to color one in for his stepson. I hope it turns out well and more work comes in.

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