Little things make me happy. Thanks, Dani!
This rainy day finds me tucked into my workspace, painting tiny details. It also finds me wondering if I should get a real job. Those thoughts do creep in from time to time. As cheery as I
try choose to stay, the life of a working artist isn't always all cupcakes and sunshine. Sometimes it's sore hands and self-doubt and trying to make a penny into a dollar. But at the end of the day, an artist is what I am and I can't imagine being (or doing) anything else. OK, I can imagine it, but that's only because I have a very vivid imagination.
In the words of the ever-philosophical Popeye the Sailor Man:
Top to me bottom and me bottom to me top,
That's the way it is 'til the day that I drop.
What am I?
I yam what I yam!