Where did that expression come from anyway? Life IS a walk in the park around these parts but it's all relative.
Supremely sunny here. I think I need an iced coffee and read-a-thon over at Allan Bros.
Here's a blind contour sketch with some watercolor dashed on. Think I'll send it along to one of my mailart pals, Blaster.
Last night I dreamt I was a wizened old Chinese fellow. I painted a dragon in henna on Bjork's thigh. Was the fact that I was an old monk just a ruse to be able to get close to Bjork's thigh?? It was very supple, I must say. Well then I turned into my self and drew a horse. Then Bjork slithered on her way and the designs shifted on her skin.