this evening's effort. drinking and arting are such fun.
the building in the image is from boston, where one of my daughters is in college. the head is mine, after someone decides to call a meeting at 4pm. the rose is where everything works out quite well. the rest is stuff that was lying on the messy artTable.
so now i want to go watch a film, drink more wine and eat popcorn for dinner with my poet and i am not working on my book tonight. i love weekends. the end.