Are those pancakes I smell?

No, sir. That is the glorious smell of my rotten-water gesso seeping into the walls of my apartment. I set up a drying line over the dining table and now I have over a dozen gessoed sheets of paper hovering over my head.

I'm suddenly becoming very handy and I don't like it. I actually went to the home improvement section at Target for the first time and I wanted to buy everything.

Now that self-portraits are easier for me to do I don't mind doing one to warm up every now and then. Also, I agree with the general public's opinion that I channel my inner man in these. I imagine myself having massive amounts of chest hair and a voice like James Earl Jones'. Needless to say, I would totally date me.

I'm so excited about this dead fish! David Lortie was nice enough to let me paint some of his photographs in exchange for some of said paintings, and then also offered to give me free prints of his pictures! Artist friends are the best. I believe he deserves a pie or two.
Anyway, this is the progress I made on the first painting today. I'll finish it tomorrow.

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Female Jafar is done and done and done.

I do like it, but it was the source of so much frustration and anxiety that I don't think we can be friends anymore.

Hey! happy Merlin. Quit moving and bring a blasted towel to sit on.

Figure drawing and I made up only because Tarzan-Steve was the last model we got in that class and I got away with submitting one drawing under two categories it didn't really fit into.

I'm upset because it's 1 am and there is absolutely no cake in this house. Please disregard all of the above and have a good day.